Jake & Jack d[d^ Jake & Jack Ac TEXTR*ch $ d[d^ JAKE & JACK
by Rhett Dreams
Chapter One - "Coercing Cathy"
My name's Jake, and I'm writing this as a twenty-one year-old
senior in college.
My twin brother Jack and I were sixteen when we discovered our
sister's secret. Cathy was seventeen then and was a real daddy's girl. She
was given a car at her sixteenth birthday, and allowed freedoms that we
were denied. It probably would have been different if our mother was still
alive, but she had succumbed to cancer when we were ten.
Cathy started dating an older guy, a college sophomore from the
nearby University of Virginia. His name was Chris, and he drove a BMW
and managed to communicate his disdain for my brother and I and our
working class background. Our father never went to college but managed
to become a lieutenant in the Charlottesville police force.
On the other hand, Chris was clearly smitten with Cathy. Our sister
was really quite beautiful, with long blond hair, blue eyes and a terrific
body. We couldn't help but believe that Chris was using Cathy for sex and
to have something beautiful to hang on his arm, and nothing more. Despite
the fact that Cathy treated us like shit most of the time, it pissed us off to
see our sister used this way. Our father, on the other hand, was oblivious
to the whole thing, believing his daughter perfect in every way.
Jack is the one who discovered Cathy's secret. It was a Friday
night and we were spending the night with a friend. We often did this
when our father worked the night shift or spent the evening with his
bowling team. We decided we wanted to listen to some music that we had
at home, and Jake volunteered to walk the half-mile back to our house.
Jack found Chris's car parked in the driveway and decided to sneak
around to the back of the house so he could get to our bedroom without
having to deal with Cathy and Chris. He snuck a glance into the living
room and saw the two sitting on the living room couch. It took a few
seconds for Jack to realize what they were up to, and his surprise was total.
Chris was chopping up something on a mirror, that just had to be cocaine.
If there was one thing our father wouldn't put up with it was drugs.
Jack snuck quietly into the back door and from there up the stairs
and into our room. He got the CD's we wanted but also got my 35mm
camera. As luck would have it, there was a mostly unused roll of film
loaded. He went back outside, and took several pictures of Chris, then
Cathy, as they snorted the coke. Within ten minutes both of them were
naked and Jack got lots of pictures of Cathy sucking Chris's cock and then
of the wild fuck that followed on the living room carpet. Finally he was
out of film and left to walk back to our friends house.
- o -
Jack and I stayed up late into the night talking about what our sister
had done and what we would do about it. We concluded that we would
wait until we got he film developed at the high school dark room before
deciding what to do.
I was the photographer, and reserved the dark room for after
school hours the following Monday. The pictures were not as focused as
they might be due to Jack's inexperience with a camera and the fact that he
shot them through a window. But they turned out okay. In fact, the first
one didn't have the people in focus but our distinctive coffee table was
quite clear as were the four white lines of white powder on the mirror
surface. Later pics clearly showed it was Cathy and Chris. The pics
showing Chris's cock appealed to my vanity because he was quite a bit
smaller than I. The sucking and fucking caused my cock to stiffen
uncomfortably in my pants. I hung the pics up to dry and checked to make
sure the door was locked before pulling out my cock. I whacked off,
feeling slightly guilty at being turned on by pictures of my sister getting
fucked.
It was later, on the way home with the dried pics, that I thought
about using the pictures to coerce my sister into have sex with us. Neither
Jack or I had ever actually fucked a girl before. The most we had done
was to have Suzie, the local slut, give us blow jobs. I'd been the first to
date her, and was pleasantly surprised when she let me feel her up and then
agreed to suck me off. Because Jack and I are identical twins, he took her
out next, pretending he was me, and got the same treatment.
But we'd never fucked a girl. The pictures of my sister, with her
full breasts exposed and her long legs wrapped around her boyfriend as he
fucked her, caused my natural horniness to overcome any reluctance about
incest.
That evening, alone with my brother in the room we shared, I let
him go through the pictures without saying anything about my plan. When
he was done looking threw them, I could see a bulge in his pants.
"Jesus, Jake," he said. "Our sister is one hot babe."
"That she is," I said.
We were silent for a few minutes and Jack flipped back through the
pictures.
"Y'know," he said, "she'd do anything to avoid dad seeing these.
He'd kill her if he knew she was using coke."
"Yeah," I said. "And he probably thinks his little girl is still a virgin.
He'd put her under lock and key if he saw these."
My brother Jack looked at me and said, "So, what should we do?"
I was pretty sure from his expression that he had reached the same
conclusion that I had.
"I think we should show her these pics and demand three things.
One, that she stop seeing that asshole, Chris. Two, that she stop using
coke." I paused a moment, thinking how to phrase the third demand.
"And three?" prompted Jack.
I looked him in the eye and said, "I think we should insist on the
opportunity to fuck our sexy sister."
Jack exhaled audibly, and his face reflected relief. He wanted the
same thing and was glad to have me name it.
"I'm in," he said, grinning.
- o -
We sprung it on her the following night. Dad was working the late
shift and Cathy was home, perhaps because Chris was not available. The
three of us had dinner together. As Jack cleared the dishes when we were
done, I retrieved the manila envelope and shoved it toward my sister.
"I think you ought to see this," I said.
"What is it?" she asked, looking at the envelope addressed to our
father care of the Charlottesville Police Department, before reaching in to
pull out the contents. Her face went white when she saw the first
photograph, a picture of her bent over the coffee table, snorting a line of
coke. She flipped to the second photograph, then the third. I believed she
was going to be sick as she saw the evidence and realized how much it
could hurt her. Finally, she raised her eyes to look at me, and anger was
mixed with fear.
"You fucking asshole," she said.
"I'll think those pictures show pretty clearly, dear sister, that you're
the one fucking an asshole. Only a real shit-bag would be introducing a
minor to drugs. And when dad sees these, I wouldn't want to be Chris
or..."
I left the sentence unfinished. Cathy's eyes widened and she looked
from me to Jack and back.
"He must never see these... you've got to know that... Jesus!"
She shoved the prints back into the envelope, as if that was going
to make things better. I could see her mind racing over the implications of
all this. Then her expression calmed a bit and she raised her eyes to mine.
Distrust and a knowing look was in them.
"Okay, asshole, what's it gonna take---"
"Start again, sister," I interrupted, "and don't call me an asshole. A
lot might depend on your attitude."
She stared at me and I could see hope creep over her features.
"Jake," she began anew, "what will it take for you guys to destroy
these pictures."
I told her. She didn't react to the first two demands, that she stop
seeing Chris and stop using coke. When I told her she would have to have
sex with Jack and I, her face showed disbelief and then disgust.
"You've got to be kidding. No way! That's incest!"
We had decided beforehand that Jack would play good cop to my
bad cop, and he jumped in at this point, his tone quite reasonable.
"You're on the pill, Cathy. It's not as if you'll get pregnant and have
a baby with two heads. It's just sex, nothing more."
Cathy turned to Jack and spat out, "No way." She shook her head
and repeated this several times.
"Okay," I said, gathering the envelope and closing the metal clasp
on the top. "It's your decision."
Cathy's eyes filled with tears, then she tried a different tact.
"How can you do this? I'm your sister. You're supposed to love
me."
She said this in all seriousness then blushed a bit at the double
meaning.
"Speaking for both of us," said Jack, "we do love you. Always will.
But we're both virgins and we're always horny and we want you to
introduce us to sex. It's no big deal and it won't change anything."
"I can't do it," said Cathy, her voice pleading. "Anything else but
not that. How about if I let you use my car whenever you want." Her
voice took on hope as she continued. "I'll tell you which girls go all the
way and you can take them out and---"
"This is not negotiable," I interrupted. "You have only two
choices. One, you can agree to all three demands. Two, you can refuse
and this package goes to dad."
She was silent for a minute before raising her eyes to mine. I was
thrilled to see she was resigned to her fate but I kept my face passive,
waiting.
"Once, then. I'll... have sex with you once, each."
I shook my head.
"What, then?" she asked, her voice flat.
"You'll have sex with us whenever it's safe, whenever we want. Or
the pics go to dad."
She was silent for another minute before mumbling "Okay."
- o -
Jack helped Cathy up while I went into the living room and closed
the drapes, then locked the outside door. When I turned, Cathy and Jack
were standing uncomfortably in the center of the room, waiting for
direction.
"Why don't you sit over there, Jack. Cathy's gonna treat us to a
strip show." I sat down on the coach.
"You're a pervert," hissed Cathy. She paused a moment before
kicking off her shoes and pulling her blouse out of her jeans. She kept her
face down while she unbuttoned her blouse down the front then at the
cuffs. I could see her face color when she pulled her blouse off and tossed
it aside. An off-white bra held her good-sized breasts in check
She began unbuttoning her jeans. Her face was resigned as she
peeled her jeans down her legs and off. She took a breath before reaching
back to unhook her bra. Her face colored a bit as the bra came free and
her round firm breasts fell free. She stopped then and looked over at me.
"The panties," I said.
She pulled her panties down over her hips and let them fall to the
floor, then stepped out of them. When she reached down to pick them up
and add them to the pile of discarded clothes, her breasts swayed
provocatively. She stood straight, her arms covering her breasts and pussy,
and waited. Her face had the look of a prisoner awaiting a fate that she
had no control over.
"Put your hands to your sides, Cathy, and spread your legs a bit," I
said. "I want to see your body."
She obeyed with no expression. My eyes feasted on her womanly
body. Cathy took after our mother, who was slender and fair. Jack and I,
however, looked very much like our father, who was dark and stocky.
Most of the cops didn't actually know our father's first name because he
was called "Plug" by everybody. The nickname was short for fire plug,
which, despite dad's six foot height, accurately described his build.
Cathy's breasts were large on her slender frame, capped by silver
dollar-sized aureoles and stiff pink nipples. I desperately wanted to hold
them, feel their weight, suck those nipples. Instead, I let my eyes drop
down her body, over the flat stomach to the blond tuft of hair covering her
sex. The lips of her pussy were partially visible, between the long well-
shaped legs.
I tore my eyes from her and looked over to Jack. His expression
was tense and excited, and probably mirrored mine. Our eyes met and we
exchanged a silent message and nodded to each other. We rose and
descended on our naked sister from either side. I took a breast in one hand
and squeezed lightly, surprised at the firmness. Lowering my head, I took
as much as possible into my mouth and sucked the flesh into my mouth.
My free hand slid down to feel her ass, and I felt my brother's hand already
there. He made room and my hand caressed the firm ass checks while I
sucked on her breast.
When I pulled my mouth off, I noticed that her nipple had grown
longer and thicker. The wet nipple was now over a half-inch long. I was
flicking my tongue over the erect spike when I heard an sharp intake of
breath from Cathy. I noticed Jack sucking on her other breast and, looking
down, saw his hand between her legs. I gave Jack a minute before I slid
my hand down her ass and between her legs from the back. There I found
Jake's hand and, moments later, realized that he had a finger buried in her
pussy. I slid a finger along side his, into her wetness.
Cathy's pulse and breathing were noticeably quicker now and the
assault on her breasts and pussy continued. After several minutes, Jack
pulled his hand free of her juicy cunt and his mouth off her breast and
stepped back to undress. I stopped tonguing her other nipple and stood
up, to the side and slightly behind her. I added a second finger to the first
in her cunt and fucked them in and out of her dripping sex, surprised at the
tightness of her tunnel. My other hand caressed her breasts and nipples.
Cathy's eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly. I felt
several tremors in her body as I finger-fucked her cunt and caressed her
breasts and pulled on her erect nipples. When Jack was undressed I
motioned for him to sit on the sofa and brought my mouth close to Cathy's
ear.
"Jack is ready for you, Cathy. Go over and suck his cock."
Cathy's eyes opened as I pulled by juice covered fingers out of her
sex. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on Jack, sitting on the sofa, his
rigid cock sticking straight up. She was extremely hot now, and moved
quickly to obey.
"Jesus!" she said as she knelt between Jack's knees.
Having measured my own, I was pretty sure my twin's erect cock
was almost nine inches long and was much thicker than Chris's. Cathy
reached forward tentatively and held his cock in her hand before sliding it
up and down the length.
"It's so big," she whispered.
"Put it in your mouth," said Jack, his voice cracking.
I began undressing as Cathy leaned forward and took the head of
his cock into her mouth. Her blond hair fell forward and I couldn't see
exactly what she was doing, but could tell from the expression on Jack's
face that it felt great. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back over the
back edge of the sofa.
"Oh, yes... Cathy... suck my cock... that's good," he chanted while
she sucked and her hand worked up and down the shaft. When I finished
undressing I dropped to my knees behind her and ran my hands over her
firm, round ass cheeks. I considered entering her, from the rear, but
decided against it. In my present state I doubted if I could've lasted more
than a few seconds in her pussy, which would be my first. Instead I
reached my hand between her thighs and forced two fingers into her hot,
wet sex. Cathy moaned around her mouthful of cock.
I could tell that Jack was close to blowing his load. I figured I
would take his place and have Cathy suck me off while he recovered. Then
we'd try her cunt.
"Ahhhhh," Jack cried and his hands went to Cathy's head. Cathy
coughed, or tried to, then tried to pull her head off the erupting cock.
Jack's hands forced her head farther down his cock while he groaned and
emptied his balls into her reluctant mouth. My hand left her cunt and I
scooted forward to watch. When he finally let his hands loose, Cathy's
head came off his cock, she sputtered, and gobs of white cum poured out
of her mouth and over his cock and balls.
She coughed several times before saying, weakly, "I don't swallow
that stuff." She coughed some more and added, "It's gross."
At this point, Jack couldn't have cared less. I took a seat at the
other end of the sofa and told Cathy that it was my turn. She crawled over
and began kissing my cock and licking up the shaft. When she reached the
head and parted her lips to wetly kiss the underside, I nearly lost it right
there. Her blue eyes were watching me while she did this and when she
took just the head into her warm, wet mouth. When she leaned forward to
take more inside, we lost eye contact and her long blond hair fell forward
and partially obscured the erotic sight.
I wanted to see her, my beautiful sister, while she performed this
act. I pulled her hair out of the way and held in one hand behind her head.
She raised her eyes to kept them locked on mine while she bobbed up and
down on my thick shaft.
"This is so sexy," I said, "watching you, my sister, suck me off."
Her eyes widened even more and her checks pulled inward with the
intensity of her sucking and I knew I'd explode any second.
"Oh, yes, here it comes." Then I quickly added, "Drink my cum,
sis. Swallow .... ahhhhh."
I exploded into her mouth with the best orgasm of my life. Blast
after blast erupted from my cock and into her hot, warm mouth. I nearly
lost consciousness from the pleasure and the release. When at last I
opened my eyes and focused again I saw Cathy pull her month off my cock,
and kiss the head tenderly. There was a small smile on her face as she sat
back on her heels. In took me a moment to realize that she had swallowed
all my cum!
"Thank you," I managed.
While I rested, Jack helped Cathy to her feet and brought her over
to a open expanse of carpet. Whispers were exchanged that I couldn't pick
up. When I opened my eyes a minute or so later when I heard a muffled
cry from Cathy.
"Go slow," she said, "you're awfully big!"
I sat up to see Cathy laying on the floor with her legs spread and
knees raised. Jack was between her legs attempting to enter her.
"Okay, yes," she said. "You're in me, but go slow."
Jack slowly pressed forward, and Cathy's breath came out in a long
hiss as he drove his cock into her cunt.
"Oh my God!" she chanted, her head turning from side to side,
until he was buried to the hilt.
"That's it," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'm in all the way."
"Oh, God," she said, "I've never felt this full before, not with Chris,
or anybody."
I was surprised by the "or anybody", thinking Cathy was a virgin
before meeting Chris. I stored this admission away for later use.
Jack raised himself up on his arms above her. From my vantage
point, I could see his ass cheeks clench as he held his cock deep inside her.
As I wondered what it must feel like to Jack to have his cock in her cunt, I
felt my own cock begin to recover from the tremendous orgasm of just a
few minutes before.
Cathy's low moan as he pulled his cock out caused my cock to
begin to harden.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she intoned as he drove slowly back inside. The
pictures I had seen of Cathy getting fucked by Chris didn't come close to
recording the eroticism of my sister. Her face was flushed with desire and
she moaned her pleasure with every stroke. At this moment, I found
myself thinking better of Chris.
"Who could blame him for doing anything to get the opportunity to
fuck this girl?" I thought to myself. Then I remembered the drugs and
pushed any forgiving thoughts out of my mind.
"Faster now," cried Cathy, and Jack increased the tempo. This
brought louder groans from her and I could see her push her hips up to
meet him on every inward stroke.
"Oh, God, that's so good... I'm so close," she cried, then, "Fuck me,
damn it! Harder... fuck your sister!"
Moments later she cried out in orgasm, trashing her head from side
to side as brother Jack drove his cock as fast as he could into her churning
cunt. I barely heard Jack's exclamation over the din of Cathy's cries and
the wet slapping of their union. One look at Jack's face confirmed the
obvious, that he was cuming as well. When they finally finished, and Jack
lowered himself on top of Cathy, and rolled the two of them on their sides,
the silence was eerie.
Witnessing this scene resulted in a raging hard on for me. I forced
myself to relax and told myself that I needed to be patient to give Cathy
what time she needed to recover. I was surprised when, just a minute later,
Cathy extracted herself from Jack and rose. She walked over to where I
was sitting with a smile on her face that was sexy and embarrassed at the
same time.
"Do you want me now, Jake, or should I clean up first," she asked.
I watched as her fingers went to her cunt and came away covered with a
mixture of her and Jack's cum. I remembered that she had swallowed my
cum and, without thinking, reached out to hold her wrist and bring her
fingers into my mouth. Looking up into her eyes, I sucked her fingers
clean. It didn't taste bad at all.
"There's more where that came from," she said, spreading her legs
and inching forward until her shins were pressed up against the sofa, on
either side of my legs. I realized what she wanted and slid myself off the
sofa and between her legs until I was sitting on the carpet, my eyes even
with the pink flesh of her well-fucked pussy. She scooted her feet farther
apart to bring her sex even with my mouth and pressed herself against me.
I licked and sucked at her pussy and drank the copious juices. My
tongue found the hard nub of her clit and flicked over it until it was fully
erect. My hands came up and gripped her ass while I drove my tongue as
deeply as I could into her hole and Cathy ground her hips into me. After
several minutes, Cathy pulled away. I looked up to see her chest heaving
and her eyes flashing desire.
"I want to fuck you now, brother. Slide down so I can get on top."
I did as she suggested and she straddled me and reached back to
find my cock. The feeling of her fingers on my rod was delicious, and the
wetness of her sex as she pressed me inside. But nothing I'd ever felt or
imagined prepared me for the vice-like feeling of her pussy as she lowered
herself down my shaft. It took her less time than with Jack for her to
become used to my cock, and soon she was riding me up and down. Her
breasts swayed as she moved and I reached up to hold the firm melons.
Her erect nipples pressed into my palm as I squeezed her tits.
Her lips were slightly parted and her face flushed as she gazed
down at me and rocked back and forth on my rod. I wanted desperately to
kiss her when I saw her take her full lower lip between her teeth.
"Kiss me," I whispered and released my hold on her breasts and
held instead on her two erect nipples, pulling her toward me. She
continued to ride up and down as she shifted forward and lowered her head
to mine. When her lips parted over mine and our tongues intertwined, I
began slapping my hips up into her, taking the initiative that was difficult
for her in this position. She came moments later, crying out into my
mouth, and the feeling of her cunt spasming around my cock sent me over
the edge. Despite having cum a half-hour earlier, there seemed to be no
end to my orgasm as jet after jet of cum blasted into her churning snatch.
- o -
Jack and I helped an exhausted Cathy into the shower and then
went back downstairs to clean up. We opened the drapes and all the
downstairs windows to air out the place. Our dad wouldn't be home for
several hours but the room reeked of sex. There was a big stain on one of
the sofa cushions, where Cathy had spat out Jack's cum and it had leaked
down into a pool. Luckily for us, we could remove the covering and wash
it, which we did. Paranoid that some sign would remain that our policeman
father would see and deduce its cause, we cleaned the living room
thoroughly.
It was after eleven when we concluded that everything looked
normal and when upstairs to bed. When we got to the top of the stairs
Cathy opened her door and stepped into the hall, dressed in her nightgown.
She crossed her arms and stared at us. Her hair was still a bit damp
from her shower, and she smelled fresh and clean.
"That was pretty low, blackmailing me with those pictures," she
said.
"Yes, we know," said Jack.
"But you're right about Chris. He's no good."
We nodded. She didn't say anything for a minute and I found
myself shifting my weight from one foot to the other, embarrassed and
unsure about how to relate to my sister now that I'd fucked her.
"Before you guys go to bed, take a shower so you don't smell like
sex", she said at last.
"Okay," I said.
"Yeah, sure," said Jack.
She turned to go back into her room but changed her mind. She
walked up to me and kissed me firmly on the lips, then did the same to
Jack.
"The sex was great," she said. "You guys should know I'll want
more. But my room needs to be off limits." She waited until we both
nodded then she disappeared back into her room and closed the door.
Chapter Two - "Anticipation"
My dad's schedule over the rest of the week made a repeat of sex
impossible. Friday morning, however, I woke to find Cathy sitting on the
edge of my bed. She had that early morning rumpled look and smelled like
sleep.
"Morning," she said.
"Hmmm," I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What time is
it?"
"Six," she said. "Dad's just left for the early shift."
I was about to complain about the early hour when I caught myself
and saw the gleam in her eyes and the smile on her face. My cock
immediately sprang to life. She combed her fingers through my hair and
smiled down at me.
"I've got to wake your brother," she said. "Get naked."
Cathy proceeded to suck me off while Jack fucked her from the
rear. After both of us had cum, Jack showered and left for an early
morning drivers training class. I fucked Cathy after my cock recovered and
she came twice. I was once again amazed at how sexual my sister was---at
how much she enjoyed sex.
- o -
After showering and dressing, Cathy and I ate breakfast together.
"Tell me something," I said. "Who had you before Chris?"
"I shouldn't tell you," she said.
"Tell me," I insisted. I went on to assure her that I'd never tell a
soul.
"Frank... was the first," she said after a delay, referring to a
neighborhood guy who was a year older than Cathy. I remembered that he
had a crush on Cathy and was always around her before his family moved
away a year ago.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"I guess so... he was real sweet but he couldn't last very long
enough when he was, ah, inside me... to bring me off. Afterwards, he'd use
his fingers and that was good..."
"Then who?"
"I can't tell you," she said.
She confessed only after I repeated my assurance her that I would
keep her secret.
"Uncle Bob," she said finally, then glanced up to see my reaction.
"What?" I said in disbelief. Our Uncle Bob was my father's
younger brother. He and Aunt Sallie lived on a farm in upstate New York.
"Last summer," she said. "Remember when you and Jack were
away at camp. I went up to spend two weeks with Sallie and Bob. Sallie
left the second week when her mother became ill."
"And Uncle Bob seduced you?" I said angrily. It didn't take long
for my hypocrisy to register with me. After all, I had just finished fucking
my sister.
"Oh, heavens no. It was I who seduced him."
She went on to explain that she'd been disappointed with Frank but
still very interested in sex. She believed that maybe an older man, perhaps
a college guy, would have more control and would be able to teach her
more about sex. When Aunt Sallie had left unexpectedly, it occurred to her
that Uncle Bob might be perfect. She seduced him easily enough and they
spent the fucking their brains out.
"He taught me lots of stuff," concluded Cathy, her eyes beaming.
"Like what?" I asked.
She blushed and, after glancing at her watch, got up from the
breakfast table and announced she had to go to school. I grabbed my stuff
and caught up with her half way to school.
"How about you teach Jack and I about... whatever Uncle Bob...
um, did with you."
Cathy blushed again and was silent for the rest of our walk.
"I'll think about it," was her final words.
- o -
She must have thought about it and decided to do it. There was a
note on my bed that same afternoon, which read:
J/J -
Lesson number one---Anticipation---will be this Friday
night when dad has his bowling league. Dress in slacks
and a nice shirt. We will prepare dinner together. Be
in the living room at 7:00.
C.
Jack and I were waiting in the living room when Cathy came down
the stairs. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked. She was wearing a
simple but elegant black silk dress that showed a bit of cleavage and draped
nicely off her breasts and hips and ended at mid-thigh. Two thin straps held
it up in front and crossed behind her neck. Most of her back was exposed.
As she walked into the room and twirled around, it was obvious that she
was not wearing a bra. Her nipples stood out and tented the fabric slightly.
She was wearing red lipstick and her thick blond hair was swept up
on her head. Gold and pearl earrings hung from her ears and matched the
strand of pearls around her slender neck. Black stockings and black heels
completed the outfit.
I had risen when she came into the room, and my mouth had been
open in dumb appreciation every since. She walked over to me and leaned
in and kissed me softly. I smelled her perfume and felt her breasts press up
against my chest. My hand wondered down her back and over her ass, and
discovered that she was not wearing panties but was wearing what I'd later
learn was a garter belt to hold up her stockings.
"Good of you to come," she said when she broke this kiss. She
went over to Jack and kissed him as well, then took a seat and crossed her
legs.
"Tonight is about anticipation," Cathy began. "You will have an
opportunity to have sex with the girl you see in front of you later this
evening. You know with absolute certainty that she wants to have sex with
you as much as you do... she'll take your cock into her mouth, if that's
what you wish, and let you fuck her pussy. But that's later. First, you will
help her prepare a nice candlelit dinner. Then you'll eat and talk and maybe
dance later. All the time between now and... later... you and she will be
anticipating the sex. You may want to talk about it with her, every once in
awhile, how much you want her, how you want to take her. The
anticipation will build. You may want to touch her, briefly, occasionally,
and compliment her on her body. You may want to kiss her. Do you
understand?"
I didn't trust my voice so I nodded. Cathy got up and came over
and put her arm around me. Just the smell of her had my head spinning.
"Could you go start the grill, lover?"
I cleared my throat and managed to say, "Sure."
Her hand dropped to my ass and she caressed me briefly before
patting me there and strolling over to Jack. I left and went out to the patio
to load briquettes into the grill and get them started. That done, I returned
to the house and found Jack and Cathy in the kitchen. Cathy was sipping a
glass of wine while Jack was rinsing three large baking potatoes.
Cathy turned to me and said, "Do you like me made up this way,
with the lipstick and eye liner?"
I thought she looked incredible and realized that the lipstick
brought my attention to her full lips and got me thinking about a blow job.
My cock twitched as the thought occurred to me. Then I remembered her
instructions for the evening.
"I think you look like a million dollars," I said. "And the lipstick is
great... it makes me think about having your lips wrapped around my
cock."
She smiled at that, the said, "I've noticed that you like to watch me
when I take your cock into my mouth and suck you. Some men just close
their eyes and enjoy the feeling. Why do you like to watch?"
Talking about this was making me hard. I thought about her
question for a minute and responded, "I guess because the act of you
taking my cock into your mouth seems so nasty to me, so sexy I guess. I
just like seeing your lips stretched wide around me... I can see your cheeks
pull inward when you suck... and I can see in your eyes that you enjoy
doing it."
Cathy kissed me hard and long before asking me to set the table.
When I returned Cathy was at the kitchen sink washing vegetables
for the salad. Jack moved up behind her and kissed her neck, then her
shoulders, before pressing his front into her ass.
"Hmmmm," said Cathy. Then, "Do you like my ass Jack, or is it
too big?"
Jack pulled back and reached down to hike her dress up to her
waist. Her ass was now exposed to both of us, the round white flesh of her
twin globes was nicely framed by the black garters.
"I think it's perfect," he said, running his hands over the white
globes. Then he moved up next to her and pressed his front into her bare
ass.
"Can you feel my cock through my pants?"
"Oh, yes," she responded, then added coyly, "Have I made you that
hard?"
"Yes," he said, "I want to pull it out and fuck you right now, here."
"I know you would, and I'd like that."
She pressed her ass back against him, then turned to look at him
over her shoulder, and said, "Is that your favorite way to fuck me, lover?
From the rear?"
Jack kissed her neck and shoulder and responded, "Don't know... I
guess I like both ways. That is, both of the ways we've done it."
"I enjoy it that way, from the rear. It seems nasty to be fucked like
a animal. Tell me something, Jack. When you fucked me yesterday, from
the rear while I was sucking Jake... did you think about taking my ass?"
"What?" said Jack.
"Y'know... anal intercourse... hmmmm?"
"Um, no," said Jack.
Cathy had pushed her ass into Jack and that gave her enough room
to turn around, which she did. She kissed Jack quickly before saying it was
time to put the steaks on.
With the candles lit and Jack and I on either side of our beautiful,
sexy sister, we enjoyed the meal immensely. Cathy led us in a conversation
about girls at school that we'd like to get in bed, and offered us advice on
how to make it happen. Jack and I had agreed on two girls who we
thought would be terrific. Rachel was easy to pick. She was a cute blond
with an outgoing personality and a nice body. Wendy was also an easy
pick with her long brown hair, hazel eyes, medium-sized breasts and long,
shapely legs.
I think I surprised Jack with my third choice, Sophie. She was a big
red-headed girl who he always assumed was overweight. She also wore
glasses. But she was my partner for a science project, and I told Cathy and
Jack that I couldn't figure out why she wore those baggy sweatshirts and
tees or why she didn't get contact lenses. I was positive that her body was
terrific and her green eyes are stunning.
"Well, Jake" said Cathy, "let's make Sophie our goal for you. I
remember the girl vaguely. It's not uncommon for tall girls who might be a
few pounds overweight, or who see themselves that way, to be
uncomfortable about their looks."
Cathy and I schemed about how and when he should ask Sophie
out. They concluded on a plan, then Cathy added this---
"You should be confident but not cocky. You're very good
looking. She'll agree to go out with you, I'm certain. Think of it like
tonight, Jake. You too, Jack. You know you're going to fuck me before
the night's over. That knowledge has freed you, all of us, from the games
of trying to get a lover into bed. We can talk and touch and build the
excitement without deception or worry or whatever. You should approach
Sophie the same way, relaxed, confident. Tell her you think she's a super
girl and very pretty."
Come Monday, I'd do as Cathy suggested.
"Okay, Miss Matchmaker," said Jack. "How about me. Neither
Rachel and Wendy are uncomfortable with their looks---they're gorgeous
and they know it. They date older guys as well as the best looking
Sophomores. What's my plan?"
"Go after Wendy," said Cathy. "I know her. She's really quite nice,
and the guys she's been dating are losers. Ask her out. Be confident."
- o -
Having lost a coin toss, I cleared the table and did up the dishes
while Cathy and Jack played music and slow danced in the living room. I
peaked in a few minutes later and saw the two of them swaying gently to
the music. Jack's hands were under Cathy's dress in the back, holding onto
her bare ass.
I left them alone and finished the dishes and cleaned and covered
the grill. When I returned the living room was empty. I crept up to the top
of the stairs and listened at Cathy's door and heard muffled sounds of two
people enjoying sex. Rhythmic slapping sounds, moans and the occasional
cry filtered through the door. My cock sprang to attention as I anticipated
my turn with my sexy sister.
I went back downstairs and hung around in the living room listening
to music. I was surprised when I found my thoughts centering not on
Cathy, who I was destined to fuck in just a few minutes, but on Sophie. I
found myself wondering what her body was really like, and rehearsing what
I might say to her to get her to go out with me. I finally decided to be
direct and confident just as Cathy had suggested.
- o -
"Hey, Bro," said Jake, interrupting my musings. He was at the foot
of the stairs wearing a bathrobe. His hair was wet from a recent shower.
"She's ready for you," he said. "I'm gonna hit the sack. See you
tomorrow."
After turning off the music I went up the stairs to Cathy's room. I
knocked softly on her door before entering. Cathy was standing next to
her bed dressed as she had been that evening, one arm up on a post of her
four poster bed, the other on her hip. I closed the door and approached.
She must have redone her hair and make-up after her bout with Jake
because they were perfect. Her full lips were curved into a sexy smile and
her big blue eyes were alive with sexual energy.
All thoughts of Sophie vanished as I took her in my arms and kissed
her long and deep, my hands sliding down over her firm round ass. Cathy
began unbuttoning my shirt while my hands hiked her dress and caressed
her bare ass. With my arms wrapped around her, there was no way for her
to remove my shirt so I let go and backed up a step to yank my shirt off.
Cathy followed me and dropped to her knees to work on undoing my belt
and pants. I helped a little by kicking off my loafers but it was mostly the
work of my elegantly dressed sister who stripped me bare.
She attacked my erect cock with her mouth, taking me deep and
sucking furiously on the shaft. Knowing that Cathy just finished fucking
Jack, I was surprised at the intensity with which she sucked my cock.
Looking down, I could see her red lips wrapped around my shaft as she
rocked back and forth. Just below this erotic sight, down the front of her
gown, I could see her firm breasts and the erect nipples.
Her warm, wet mouth felt incredible on my cock, and she quickly
brought me close to an orgasm by sucking hard on the head. When I did
cum, and cried out, she took the first two spurts with her lips wrapped
tight around my cock. Then she opened her mouth, keeping it just between
her lips, and jacked my cock back and forth as I shot load after load into
her mouth. When I had finished she licked the last drops of cum from my
cock and rose, showing her cum-filled mouth before swallowing.
"Mmmmm," she said, smiling. "I'm really developing a taste for
that."
She reached up and pulled the thin straps of her black dress off her
shoulder, paused for a second, then let the dress fall off her body into a
heap on the floor.
"Could you return the favor, Jack," she said as she stepped out of
the dress and backed onto the bed. She settled back and spread her knees
and ran her fingers through the blond hair at her cunt before spreading the
lips of her sex. I hopped on the bed and began eating her, flicking my
tongue over her clit. It didn't take long for Cathy to cum, and when she did
she pulled my head against her hard.
After she had come down from her orgasm she asked me to
continue. This time, she placed a pillow under her ass and directed me to
wet my index finger in her juicy cunt and insert it into her anus. I slowly
fucked my finger back and forth in her ass while I licked and sucked her
pussy. I brought her close several times only to stop, teasing her, before
continuing. After ten minutes of this I finally let her cum and it was the
most powerful orgasm I'd yet seen.
By this point, my cock was hard and I was ready for a good fuck.
Climbing up between her splayed legs, I drove my cock inside her steaming
cunt in one lunge. Cathy cried out as my cock bottomed out against her
cervix. I covered her mouth with mine and began fucking her with long
steady strokes. Having cum twenty minutes earlier, I felt totally in control
and could enjoy the feeling of her tight, wet cunt as I fucked away. Cathy's
third orgasm followed after about five minutes of steady pounding, and I
slowed and then stopped, my cock resting deep inside her cunt.
"So what's our next lesson?" I whispering into her ear after she had
come down from her orgasm and her breathing returned to normal.
"Mmmm," she murmured.
I lifted my head off her shoulder and looked into her face. She
seemed slightly embarrassed, but then it passed.
"Anal sex," she said and smiled at the surprise on my face. My
cock jerked anew in her juicy pussy, and she laughed softly.
"Your friend seems to like the idea."
"Uncle Bob fucked you there?" I blurted out, excited by the
thought but not quite believing it was possible.
"Oh, yes, several times", said Cathy. "I was surprised, too, that I
could take his cock there, and enjoy it. You and Jake are bigger than
Uncle Bob, but..."
Cathy looked at me, smiled, then kissed me deeply.
"You're gonna think I'm a slut or something," she said after she
broke off the kiss. "But I promised to teach you all that Uncle Bob taught
me about sex. He told me, before we even started on anything kinky, that
he'd let me decide what I liked, after I experienced it. Well, I really liked
having Bob's cock up my ass. Especially when..."
"What?"
"Mmmm... no, that's a later lesson."
"C'mom, Cathy, tell me. Tonight's lesson was anticipation. I want
to anticipate what's coming next, and after that. And I'm dying to know
what Uncle Bob did or said to get you to do all this stuff..."
"Aha," she said, "you just what to know how to get Sophie to
spread her legs for you."
"Well... I guess that's part of it."
"You'll have to learn that as you go. You have to remember that I
was the instigator with Uncle Bob. I had decided, on my own, that I
wanted to learn more about sex and I lucked out in that he was a great
teacher, and---"
Cathy stopped her recital and asked me to pull out and let her up.
When I had done as she asked, she flipped over onto her stomach. After
pulling her knees up and out a bit, her gorgeous ass was slightly elevated
off the bed.
"Come back inside me now," she said.
I slid up behind her angled my cock toward her cunt. It took a
moment before I had it right and felt my cock slide back into her steaming
wetness. She murmured as I pushed in to the hilt. I settled myself on her
back and smelled the lovely scent of her blond hair.
"Uhg... Hold yourself up on your elbows so that all your weight
isn't on me... yes, that's great."
Cathy moved her hands up and grabbed hold of slats in the
headboard.
"You asked me what future lessons would be about. We will do
this for real in a couple of lessons, but for now pretend that you've bound
my hands to the headboard and that I can't stop you from doing what you
will to me. You've already fucked me once, in the pussy. Now you've
forced your cock up my ass and it's the tightest fit you can imagine. You're
dominating me, taking me any way you want and tonight you're rough and
hard."
"Oh, Jesus," I blurted out, feeling the juicy tightness of her pussy
and imagining that I was actually butt-fucking my sister. The feeling of her
round cheeks pressing up against my lower belly made it easy to pretend. I
used one hand to gather her hair to one side so I could watch her.
"Oh, you're so big in my ass," she said, "be gentle with your slut."
My cock throbbed in her pussy and I began fucking her in slow
steady strokes. I lowered my head and gently bit the soft flesh at her
shoulder and neck. I began picking up the pace, slapping my hips into her
ass with each forward stroke. Cathy began struggling against her make-
believe bonds, crying out each time I came forward.
"Oh... Oh... too hard... in my... ass... Oh... Oh..."
I began slamming my cock into her as fast as I could and we both
came after a few minutes of frantic fucking and her repeated cries for
mercy.
Chapter Three - "Back Door Men"
I got to school early on Monday, hoping to talk to Sophie and ask
her out. I hung out directly across from Sophie's locker and waited as the
halls began to fill with kids. As the time approached for the morning bell,
Sophie came hustling in with a girlfriend to her locker. I had almost
decided to wait until I could get her alone when she saw me watching her
and smiled at me.
"Hi, Sophie," I said after walking over. I nodded hello to her
friend, who's name I couldn't remember.
"Hiya," said Sophie, her green eyes telling me she was happy to see
me. "How's my clumsy lab partner holding up?"
I laughed, remembering the time I had knocked over a beaker of
stuff in the middle of a lab experiment. We had had to start over.
"Is there any chance I can chat with you for a few minutes today,"
I asked.
"Sure... now?" she said, and the three of us began walking toward
our classrooms.
"Nooo, later. I'm going to ask you out and I couldn't handle a
rejection in front of another person."
"Yeah, right," said Sophie's friend, with a note of sarcasm. I got
the clear impression that Sophie had discussed her interest in me with her
friend. This impression was reinforced when I looked over at Sophie and
saw a slight blush cross her face. I reached my hand out and held hers just
long enough to give it a squeeze.
"Later, then," I said.
"Yeah... bye," she answered, the blush deepening somewhat.
After school was out, I caught up with Sophie at her locker. She
quickly said good bye to the same friend she was with in the morning,
zipped up her backpack and approached me. Her lovely face was bright
with expectation and pleasure.
On an impulse, I held out my hand and she accepted it in hers. We
walked out the side door and across a treed field next to the school. We
strolled in a comfortable silence, her cool hand in mind felt like the most
natural thing in the world. But it also felt intimate, this benign embrace,
and I found myself thinking of Cathy's lesson about anticipation. Here I
was walking with this girl, her large round breasts evident despite the loose
sweater she wore and her shapely ass filling out an otherwise pedestrian
pair of levis, and all I cared about was how good her hand felt in mine. It
surprised me how intimate and, well, sexy it felt, despite my recent
experiences of fucking and sucking with Cathy.
"Penny for your thoughts?" said Sophie as we approached a large
shade tree.
I dropped by backpack and turned to face Sophie. It was my turn
to blush as my mind raced to find something to say other than my
incestuous relationship with my sister. But as I looked into her lovely,
open face, I decided that I'd be as open as possible.
"To be perfectly honest, and, please, don't take this the wrong
way... I was thinking about sex. About how we all, or at least all of us 16-
year old males, believe that nothing on this earth is more important or
urgent than having sex. But walking with you, and holding your hand,
feels so terrific, Sophie."
A blush came and went across her features, then her face took on a
serious expression and I thought I'd screwed up royally.
"I've never had sex, Jack... Jesus, I can't believe I said that, or that
we're talking about this!"
"Do you want a refund of your penny?"
She laughed and dropped her knapsack on the ground and reached
out for my other hand.
"Nope. I asked what you were thinking and you told me. Why
now, Jack" she continued after a brief pause, "why are you all the sudden
interested in me?"
"Oh, that," I said, smiling. "My sister, Cathy, asked me the other
day why I wasn't dating someone now that I had my drivers license. That
got me to thinking about girls that I liked and I thought of you."
"Why me rather than the prettier girls like Wendy or Rachel or
Sallie," she asked, and then quickly added, "That was a stupid thing to say,
you don't have to answer that..."
"But I will. Wendy and Rachel might be as pretty as you, to some
other guy. But not to me. I think you're fantastic."
She blushed again, then added, "Well, thanks... I like you, too. A
lot."
As I looked into her face, I had a sudden impulse to kiss her. I
disengaged one of my hands and brought it up to move her red hair off her
face and ran the backs of my fingers down across her cheek and jaw line.
We moved together and I slowly lowered my face to hers and kissed her
softly on the lips. A second kiss followed as the fingers of my free hand
slid through her thick red hair and to the back of her head. Her body
pressed against mine as the kiss lengthened and our mouths opened.
"Jesus," she cried as we broke.
One look into her face told me that our kiss effected her as much as
me. Her face was flushed, her breathing a little ragged and her eyes looked
a bit wild.
"I'm moving too fast," I said, surprised that my voice sounding
almost normal.
"Yeah... I guess," she responded, then added, "but that was nice."
"Uh huh," I said. We were still standing pressed up against each
other, our faces inches away from one another. She made no effort to back
away, and I could feel her breasts pressed up against my chest and my
stiffening cock against her crotch.
"Soooo, Miss Sophie, mam'm, were should we go for our first
date?"
"Someplace less public," she blurted out and then giggled, looking
around to see if anybody was noticing our embrace. We had been
oblivious to anything but each other, and now saw that several groups of
kids were looking over and watching us. I cleared my throat, chuckled and
let go of Sophie.
We agreed to meet the following Saturday night.
- o -
Thursday afternoon, on my way home from a friend's house, I
noticed my dad's car approaching. I waved and he pulled over. He
explained that he had pulled the double shift and wouldn't be home until
after midnight.
"Cathy will heat something up for dinner," he explained. "Be
good."
When I arrived home I let myself in, quietly. Listening in the foyer,
I heard a soft rhythmic slapping sound from the kitchen. Following the
sound I came across Jack and Cathy in the kitchen. Jack's pants and
underwear were bunched at his ankles. He was standing behind Cathy,
who was in front of the kitchen sink, fucking his cock into her from behind.
Cathy was fully dressed accept for her panties which dangled from one
ankle. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. They were complete
absorbed in their passions and hadn't noticed me enter.
"Good thing I'm not dad," I said, and both of them jumped out of
their skins.
"Christ!" yelled Jack, as he pulled out of Cathy. I could see that the
surprise of my voice was causing him to quickly lose his erection. His
cock, slick from Cathy's juices, was beginning to droop.
"You jerk!" muttered Cathy.
I smiled and said, "Need I remind you of the implications of dad
finding out about this, or some neighbor? If you guys want to fuck like
rabbits, lock the front door and do it upstairs, behind another locked door."
They both looked sheepish, and I said, "Why don't you go upstairs.
I'll start dinner."
They glanced at each other, grinned, then left. They came down
forty minutes later, freshly showered and looking quite pleased with
themselves. Over dinner I shared some of my conversation with Sophie,
and announced that we were going out on Saturday.
"Cath, can I borrow your car?"
"I don't know," she replied, "at the rate you're going, I'll go out
Sunday morning and find sticky fuck-juices all over the back seat!"
Jack chuckled at that and I could feel my cheeks flushing.
Cathy noticed my discomfort and said, "Sorry, Jake. But it does
seem like you are right on track. And I couldn't help but notice that you
didn't join Jack and I before dinner. Are you so smitten with Sophie that
you don't want to fuck me anymore?"
She said this jokingly but it held some truth. For some reason it
hadn't occurred to me to follow them upstairs and take a turn fucking
Cathy.
"That would be too bad," continued my sister. "I'm getting used to
having two good hard cock around whenever I want it. I'm not sure I want
to share you with that red-haired hussy."
Cathy laughed and I joined her.
"Well," I began after we quieted down, "if you're up for it after
dinner, I'd be happy to show you one good hard cock."
"Two," chimed in Jack.
"Come to think of it," I said, "Dad's pulled the double shift tonight.
He's likely to be tired tomorrow and blow off his bowling night. In which
case, we'd have to reschedule our second 'lesson' to next week. My vote is
we do it tonight. What do you say, teach?"
Cathy face took on a thoughtful look that I recognized as pure
show. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her eyes were bright.
"Well... I suppose I could. Why don't you give me a half-hour and
then join me in my room?"
- o -
Jack and I cleaned up the dinner dishes and then listened to some
music while we waited. Jack wondered out loud what the subject of
tonight's lesson was going to be. From my conversation with Cathy the
previous week, I knew that we were going to be introduced to anal sex.
"We'll see," was my non-committal response. Just the thought of
fucking my sister's ass was enough to drive all thoughts of Sophie from my
mind, and to make my cock uncomfortably large in my pants.
Jack and I headed upstairs after a half-hour had passed, and
knocked softly on Cathy's door. At her bidding we entered and found
Cathy dressed in a skimpy negligee, sitting cross-legged at the top of her
bed. She told us to undress, which we did, and then to sit at the opposite
end of the bed. Jack and I, our cocks semi-hard, sat with our backs against
the foot board, facing Cathy.
"Tonight's lesson is anal sex," she began, and I stole a glance at
Jack and saw his surprise. "We need to go over some things before-hand.
First, it is not a natural thing to have a cock or anything that large pushing
*into* one's ass. That passage is designed for pushing things out. You
have to be---we have to be---extremely careful. I'll want to fuck Jake first,
the normal way, to get me relaxed."
"Then we will use this anal dildo" she continued, holding up a thin
white tapered shaft that widened at the base, "and K-Y jelly, to lubricate
and relax my ass. Jack will fuck my ass after I'm ready, and will need to
first lubricate his cock. This is important, *I* will be in charge of the
penetration. You guys are much bigger than Uncle Bob, and may not be
able to handle it. Is that understood?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Uncle Bob fucked you in the ass?" asked Jack, incredulous.
"Uh huh," answered Cathy.
"Did you... did you like it?"
"Oh, yes!" said Cathy. "He probably took me that way a half-
dozen times during the week after Aunt Sallie left. I really loved it."
"Jesus," said Jack.
"But here's an important point. Only a tiny percentage of girls will
do this with you. Most wouldn't even think of doing it---to them it's
unnatural, dirty, naughty and they would expect it to be very painful.
Those who try it... well, I imagine that many don't try it a second time
because the jerk that introduced them to it rushed things."
Cathy turned to me and continued, "With Sophie, for example. If
you force this on her I'll kill you. If you talk her into trying it, do it when
you have enough time to do it right, to get her ready. And make sure she
enjoys it."
Given that I'd only just kissed Sophie, I had a hard time believing
that I'd be fucking her in the ass anytime soon. But I nodded.
"Now, Jake, I want you to fuck me."
I climbed on the bed and was buried in her wet cunt within a few
seconds. Knowing that I was going to butt-fuck her later had me very
excited. It took a superhuman effort to hold back my orgasm long enough
for Cathy to cum, then I exploded inside her pulsating cunt.
After cleaning herself up, Cathy got on the bed and positioned
herself on all fours, and asked Jack to lube her ass, using his finger. Jack
put a dollop of K-Y jelly on the tip of his finger and asked me to help. I
pulled Cathy's firm ass cheeks apart and he applied the jelly to her pinkish-
brown rosette, rubbing his finger in small circles before pushing in slowly
inside. He withdrew his finger and applied more jelly before inserting it
again, and this time he pushed it all the way in.
"That's nice," said Cathy. "Now fuck me with your finger, slowly
at first, then faster."
Jack did as she requested, speeding up every time she told him to,
until she told him to stop. Cathy then directed him to clean off his finger
and use the anal vibrator. He was back in position in less than a minute,
lubricating the tapered six-inch vibrator before inserting in slowly into her
ass. The vibrator was about a quarter inch thick at the tip and widened to
about an inch thick at the base. Following Cathy's directions, he pushed it
in about three inches, then withdrew, then in a little deeper than before.
After a few minutes he was fucking the tool all the way to the base, then
out until just the tip was inside, then back.
"Jake," said Cathy, her voice thick with desire, "finger my clit while
he fucks me."
I let go of her ass cheeks and they closed around the intruder. I
reached under her and found her pussy dripping wet, her clit quite hard. I
began rubbing her clit with two fingers, in a circular motion while Jack
continued to fuck her ass with the vibrator.
"Turn it on, Jake, now," she said, and he flipped the switch and a
muted buzzing sound could be heard above Cathy's ragged breathing.
"Faster," she said and Jake increased the tempo of his thrusts.
"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Cathy chanted for a minute and then cried out in
orgasm, and it was the longest, most intense one I'd ever witnessed.
I held the vibrator in place, turned off but buried to the hilt in her
ass, while Jack coated his cock with jelly. When he got in place behind
Cathy I couldn't believe just a long, thick cock would ever fit inside her
tight ass.
"I'm ready," said Cathy, "pull the vibrator out and put your cock up
against me, tight."
I held Cathy's ass cheeks apart while Jack did as she asked. The
greasy head of his cock looked impossibly large against her rosette.
"Push," said Cathy and Jack did, leaning forward as Cathy pushed
herself back, groaning loudly as the head of Jack's cock stretched her
opening and wormed it's way in.
"Stop, there," she cried. "Jesus, you're big!"
After a few seconds Cathy braced herself again and ordered Jack to
push again. She pushed back and groaned again and an inch more of Jack's
cock disappeared into her ass. After another pause she directed him to
repeat the procedure.
"You're so tight, Cathy, I can't believe it," Jack said after the forth
thrust. Only half of his cock was inside her, and I could see from his
expression that he was having a hard time not cuming. Sure enough, after
getting six inches in her ass, Jake groaned and came, depositing his load
deep in her ass.
"Oh, yes, I can feel it," said Cathy. "Cum in my ass, Jack!"
Jack withdrew himself a minute later, and I was surprised to see
Cathy's ass stay slightly open, as a mixture of Jack's cum and the lubricant
leaked out. I quickly lubed my cock and got in position, holding Cathy's
cheeks apart and placing my cock at her hole. I pushed in at her command,
and my cock popped past her tight muscle and into the hot, tight cavern of
her ass. Having cum already in her cunt, I was able to control myself and
after five minutes, I was all the way inside her.
"Jesus!" cried Cathy. "I feel like I've been split in two!"
Her ass gripped my cock like a vice, and it took some time to
withdraw it. Cathy directed me to go slow and let the natural muscular
action help expel the intruder. The second time back in seemed to take
nearly as long as the first, with Cathy groaning at each thrust. But after the
forth time I noticed that it was much easier, and also that Cathy's groans
were softer.
"Get under me, Jack, and lick my pussy" she said after the sixth
time I corked her. This time I was able to drive my cock all the way in just
one slow, steady push. Jack scambled into position and began licking her
while I fucked her ass in long, slow strokes. My head was spinning from
the tightness of her ass on my cock, and from the eroticism of the
forbidden act.
Cathy flipped her head to one side and looked back at me. Her
eyes were bright with lust.
"Fuck my ass, brother," she said. "C'mon, fuck me!"
I didn't believe I could go any faster, but when I pushed forward,
stronger this time, and Cathy pushed back, I slid all the way inside her
bowels in less than a second.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Christ!" she cried as I drove in and bottomed out.
"I'm fucking your ass, slut!" I said and pulled out. "Here it
comes!"
Cathy moaned as I fucked her, in and out of her tight back door,
and I could feel my orgasm approach. When I did finally cum I heard
Cathy cry out.
"Oh, yes... cum in my slut ass... I'm cuming tooooooo..."
Chapter Four - "Mistress then Slave"
Sophie and I went out on the Saturday night after the anal sex
lesson with Cathy. I picked Sophie up at her house and met her parents.
Her mom was very excited about her daughter's first date, and would have
taken a photograph of the two of us had not Sophie objected strenuously.
Her dad had the opposite reaction. I could see in his eyes that he
didn't trust me with his daughter.
"That was dreadful," said Sophie after we got in the car. "Mom can
be pretty dense at times. Sorry."
"No problem," I said. "At least she was happy for you. Your dad,
on the other hand, looked like he wanted to rip my head off my shoulders."
Sophie giggled and said, "That's what father's do, worry about their
daughters. And the way they do it is put the 'Fear of God' into boys that
date them."
"I guess I'll have to reconsider my plan to drive you someplace
remote, rip your clothes off and have my way with you."
Sophie laughed and said, "Probably not a good first-date plan
anyway."
We had burgers and fries at a local diner. Sophie was wearing blue
jeans that hugged her shapely ass and the idea of eventually fucking her
there popped into my mind on several occasions as the evening wore on.
On top she had decided against her usual usual baggy tee or sweatshirt and
instead wore a silk blouse that did nothing to hide her very full breasts.
The top two buttons were left undone and I had a nice view of her graceful
neck and occasionally the beginning swell of her white breasts.
We held hands throughout the evening and enjoyed a thrilling,
lengthy, wet good night kiss, but we didn't break any new ground on that
date or the next. Over the month following our first date we began
spending time at each other's houses. Sophie was a big hit with my father
and gradually Sophie's dad seemed to warm up to me.
"He's still convinced that your sole goal is to get inside my pants,"
said Sophie, one afternoon as we hung out together in her backyard. "But
he seems to be accepting the fact that I probably won't die a virgin. I think
mom has been working on him."
"That's good to hear," I said. Grinning at Sophie I added, "He's
right about my goal, though. I've always wanted to wear those pink
leggings of yours."
That broke Sophie up, and when she finished laughing she added,
"Well, that will make dad feel much better about you, knowing that you're
a secret cross-dresser."
"And that flowery robe that your mom wears---I'd kill to wear
that."
For some reason, this struck us both as hilarious and we couldn't
stop laughing. Just one look at one another would send us into
convulsions. It didn't help when Sophie's mom came out and asked what
was so funny. She was wearing a yellow blouse and a pair of tan slacks.
Knowing that Sophie was watching me, I overtly appraised her mom's
outfit and raised my eyebrows in appreciation. This caused Sophie to
break out in laughter again which effected me similarly. Her mom finally
left, shaking her head but smiling.
"Your mom is a good sport," I said when we had finally gotten a
hold of ourselves. Her mom, Joan, was young, pretty and seemed
genuinely interested in me and us.
"Yes, she's terrific."
"I'll always wonder what my life would be like if my mom hadn't
passed away. You were saying that your mom has been working on your
dad. Does she always take your side?"
"Oh, heavens no," said Sophie. "My dad is usually an incredibly
soft touch, and it's my mom who say's no."
She paused a moment, flushed slightly and added, with her eyes
lowered, "But my mom took me down to the doctor and signed to get me a
prescription for the pill."
My pulse accelerated at this news, and my mind raced to find a
response. After rejecting several retorts I finally decided to be frank and
honest.
"If it isn't obvious to you, Sophie, I like you a lot. I may even love
you, but I'm not sure what that means. And your dad is right that I'd like
to make love to you. Do you think you're ready... er, do you think we're
ready?"
"Yes, I do."
We held hands and sat quietly for a long time.
"I don't want my first time to be in the back seat of your sister's car,
or anything like that," she said finally. I looked over and saw a serious
expression beneath a slight blush.
"I don't either," I answered, smiling at her. "Let me give it some
thought, okay?"
At that moment her younger brother Ralph and a friend came
running out of the house with a football and began tossing it around. Our
conversation came to an end, and it was time for me to head home.
- o -
That night I discussed it with Cathy. Dad and Jake were at a
basketball game at the University and Cathy and I were in her bed, lying
together like spoons after a delicious fuck.
"I think you should do it here," Cathy was saying. "Some night
when dad's working or bowling. Jake and I can sleep over at friend's
houses. I would be happy to volunteer my room, this bed, for you and
Sophie."
I had my head propped up and was looking down at Cathy's profile
which was partially obscured by her disheveled blond hair. I used my free
hand to move her hair out of the way and kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Thanks, sis," I whispered in her ear. My free hand then slid down
her side and over her hips, resting there. Cathy murmured softly and
moved her top leg forward, bending the knee up and turning so she was
half way between lying on her side and lying on her stomach. This
separated us a bit and exposed her ass and my mostly soft cock nestled
between her cheeks. I idly moved my hand down to caress her firm ass and
then slid two fingers between the mounds, all the way forward until I felt
the sloppy wetness around her shaved cunt. The absence of public hair got
me thinking about the previous two sex lessons from Cathy.
The lessons concerned dominance and submission. The first one,
two weeks earlier, had Cathy as the dominant mistress and Jake and I as
her slaves. By the end of that Friday evening, Cathy must have had eight
or nine orgasms as Jake and I serviced her needs. My jaw ached from the
many times she ordered me to eat her out. In addition to serving her sexual
needs, she had Jake and I prepare and serve her dinner. She was dressed in
a nice gown and we were nude, and she spanked us any time our erections
drooped. Later, she had me give her a pedicure and paint her toenails
while she relaxed and read a book. Jake was ordered to shave her pubic
hair, and was punished with a spanking when he accidentally nicked her.
Her last order before she dismissed us and drifted off to sleep had me under
her, my mouth and tongue busy in her hairless cunt while Jake pumped her
ass with her thin anal vibrator. She came twice before ordering us away.
This evening, however, as I looked down at the feline body of my
sister, dozing after a good fuck, and felt her firm ass flesh under my fingers,
I wasn't thinking of the first lesson is d&s.
The next week's lesson had the roles reversed. Jake and I were the
masters and Cathy was our slave. Knowing this was coming, Jake and I
planned out most of the evening's events. We started as soon as dad left
for his bowling night. Jake announced that our slave was behaving badly
and he ordered her to pull her pants down and lay across his lap. He
spanked her bare bottom a dozen times, pausing only long enough to finger
her cunt and determine that she'd become excited without her master's
permission. This earned her a dozen more swats and her ass became hot
and pink.
She was ordered to strip and wear nothing but a small apron while
she prepared our meal. Her cooking was interrupted twice, once by me as
I ordered her to kneel before me and suck me off. While her talented
month was busy at work, I called her every name in the book---whore, slut,
worthless cunt, etc.. When I came I pulled my erupting cock from her
mouth and spraying my cum all over her face and hair. Then it was back to
cooking for Cathy, wearing my cum.
Ten minutes later, Jake went upstairs and reappeared with a tube of
K-Y jelly. He ordered Cathy to prepare his cock and her ass for a butt-
fuck. After she had coated his cock and her asshole, Jake ordered her to
continue to prepare the meal. He finally took her ten minutes later, after
abusing her verbally and occasionally swatting her ass with a rubber
spatula. When he did drive his cock into her ass she was bent over the
dinning room table, more than ready for it. She came before he did. After
Jake withdrew his spent cock from her ass he ordered her to get a
washcloth and clean him off.
Cathy served us dinner and then was made to lie face up on the
table as a centerpiece while we ate. Throughout the meal Jake and I talked
about our slave and what we planned to use her after dinner. We made up
some outlandish stuff, like putting a dog collar around her neck and leading
her by the leash through the neighborhood. Cathy knew we were kidding
around, but that didn't stop her from blushing when we suggested she carry
a placard that said:
Rent-a-Slut Specials!
- My Mouth only $10
- My Cunt only $20
- My Ass only $25
We touched and caressed her body while we ate and talked, using
our fingers and various utensils. At one point, I slowly drew the dull edge
of my knife from her forehead, over her nose and lips, chin and throat and
down to her breasts and nipples, flicking the edge back and forth across the
rock-hard nubs. Cathy moaned and Jake joined in, running the business
end of his fork up along her foot and slowly up her leg. All the while we
conversed about who in the neighborhood would take us up on the Rent-a-
Slut deal, and how they'd want to take Cathy.
I could tell from Cathy's breathing and the rapid pulse that she was
getting very hot from the sensations and the talk. I rose off my chair to
look between her legs and noticed that the tablecloth there was drenched,
probably from a combination of her juices and Jake's cum leaking out of
her ass. I decided to involve her in the conversation.
"What do you think, slut? Would Mr. Whitley spring for a shot at
you?" I was referring to the 50ish man from across the street.
"Oh, yes," she replied, her voice husky.
"You sound pretty certain slut. Me, I'm not too sure."
"He's got the hots for me... I can tell by the way he looks at me."
"How would he take you," I asked.
Jake interrupted with, "At those prices, even Mr. Whitley would get
it up three times."
"I don't think so," said Cathy. "Twice would be his limit. He'd
have me suck him until... he was good and hard, then he'd fuck my cunt. If
he could get it up a second time... he'd want to fuck my ass. I'm pretty sure
that tight-assed wife of his has never allowed him that treat. Oh, guys, that
feels heavenly."
Jake was teasing her cunt with his fork while I flicked her nipples
with my knife. I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dessert. I got a
jar of chocolate sauce and microwaved it until it was tepid. I returned to
the dinning room with the sauce and a can of whipped cream. I dribbled
the sauce all over her body, then squirted whipped cream on top.
By the time Jake and I had finished our dessert, Cathy had come
twice from the actions of our mouths all over her body. We were all a
complete mess at that point, as was the room. During Cathy's second
orgasm, she had knocked a plate on to the floor and broken it. After all
three of us had showered, Cathy cleaned up the dinning room and
kitchen, then joined us in the family room.
Jake and I were watching a basketball game when she joined us.
We muted the TV and turned on some music and told our slave to strip to
the music. Cathy outdid herself, undulating sensually to the music as she
slowly removed each piece of her clothing. When she was nude, she
sashayed over to me and sat in my lap and gave me a sloppy kiss.
"My ass is all oiled up, Master, in case that's how you want to take
me."
And that's just what I did.
The remembrance of my second ass-fuck with Cathy caused my
cock to harden as I looked down at the round, firm cheeks of my dozing
sister. I slowly got off the bed and rummaged in her dresser until I found
two silk scarves and a tube of jelly. Returning to the bed I moved Cathy so
she was face down and straddled her. I held one of her wrists and tied the
scarf around it, then tied the other end to a slat in her headboard.
"Whada you up to?" she said, sleepily.
"Shut up, bitch."
I tied up her other wrist and fastened it to the headboard. I backed
down the bed and placed one knee, then the other between her thighs,
pushing her legs apart as I did. I reached between her cheeks and found
her cunt wet and juicy. I coated my fingers in the mixture of our cum and
brought it back to her anus.
Cathy purred and shifted, bringing her knees up to allow me greater
access. I moved my slippery fingers in small circles over her anus and then
brought my fingers back to her overflowing cunt for more lubrication. This
time I wormed one greasy digit past the tight muscle and into her back
passage, driving it slowly forward until it was all the way in her tight ass. I
let the natural muscles of her anus slowly expel the intruder, then lubed two
fingers in her cunt and pushed both deep into her ass.
"Mmmm, yes," she said, then added, "Is my nasty brother gonna
fuck his sister in the ass?"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," I said, withdrawing my fingers from her
ass. I applied the lubricating jelly to my rock-hard cock, running my
fingers over the head of my cock, then down the shaft until it was slickly
greased.
"You wont be able to talk this way with that red-headed bitch," she
retorted.
"That's because she's not a slut, like you."
I cleaned off my fingers and got in position, placing the head of my
cock up against her rosette.
"She's a fuckin' whore... ouch," her comment was cut off when I
drove my cock past her sphincter and an inch or two into her butt.
Cathy recovered her breath and said, "A fucking red-headed bitch
slu... Ohhh, Jesus."
I drove my cock hard into her, and it wormed its way another two
inches into her tight passage.
"Oh, Gahhhhd," cried Cathy, but I could feel her adjust her body to
better accommodate my cock and to ready herself for further penetration.
I placed my hands next to her shoulders on the bed and lowered myself
until my mouth was just over her ear.
"You got anything else to say about my sweet Sophie, you slut?" I
growled into her ear.
"It would be sweet to see that whore butt-fucked," she replied,
continuing our little game and grunting as I drove my cock deeper in her
ass.
"Sophie the slut," she spat out just before I drove my cock to the
hilt in her ass.
"Ahhhhh," cried Cathy as my cock throbbed in her ass. She felt like
a vice, and I had to calm myself to avoid cumming too soon. I adjusted
myself so my weight was on my elbows and slowly withdrew my cock.
Cathy had taught us to let the natural muscles of the anus help expel the
intruder. When only the head was left inside I paused before driving
forward again. I could feel Cathy's body move under me, bracing itself and
pushing back as I drove forward, minimizing the resistance of her tight rear
passage.
Except for her labored breathing and moans, Cathy was silent now.
I enjoyed our playful banter about Sophie but was now happy to focus all
of my attention on butt-fucking my bound and subservient sister. By the
sixth or seventh stroke, Cathy's ass was noticeably looser as her anal
muscles relaxed and the lubricant did it's job. Her breathing was easier
now, but I could feel her pulse quicken as the discomfort faded and her
excitement built.
Keeping my strokes slow, deep and steady, I shifted my weight to
one elbow and used my free hand to move her mass of blond hair to one
side of her head. This allowed me to nibble on her ear and neck while I
sodomized her. Knowing now what she liked when we played these d&s
games, I then talked quietly into her ear, telling her that she was nothing
more than my fuck-toy, a slut whose only worth was giving her master
pleasure.
Cathy's cry signaled the beginning of her orgasm a few minutes
later, and I steeled myself to avoid cumming with her as her anal muscles
spasmed around my hard driving cock. She came hard, as she always did
from anal sex, screaming into her pillow as waves of pleasure rocked her
body.
I continued fucking her steadily until her orgasm ended and she lay
quiet. I then withdrew my cock and crawled up the bed and untied the
scarves from the headboard. It took a minute or so to flip her over onto
her back, retie the scarves, and place pillows under her ass. Throughout
this, Cathy's eyes were closed and her lips were set in a satisfied smile.
I returned to the bottom of the bed and lifted her legs up to my
shoulders and then bent them back so she was bent in two at the waist, her
hips raised by the pillows beneath them. This exposed her still-dilated ass
and I positioned my cock at this entrance.
"I've never tried it this way," Cathy murmured, her eyes still shut, a
dreamy look on her face.
"You mean there's something my little fuck-toy slut hasn't tried?"
Cathy mewed softly as I drove my cock back into her ass, corking
her once again. I paused then to enjoy the sight of my lovely sister before
me, taking in all the details: Her slender arms stretched up to the
headboard and tied there, her disheveled blond hair framing her beautiful
face; her eyes were thin slits and her full red lips parted slightly, allowing
the tip of her tongue to emerge and wet her lips; her pert breasts were
flattened somewhat in this position but still rose white and proud from her
chest, capped by erect rose-colored nipples that begged for attention. My
gaze followed the curve of her abdomen down to her shaved pussy, the red
lips gaping open to reveal the layers of slick flesh inside. Still lower, I
could see the thick root of my cock between her folded thighs, the shaft
buried deep in her ass.
Idly, I caressed her body, wondering if Sophie's shin would feel as
soft and smooth, and if Sophie's larger breasts would feel as firm as those
now in my hands. I squeezed the flesh and pulled on the erect nubs until
Cathy's cry broke through the erotic fog that had me abusing one lover and
thinking of another.
"Yessss," she said. "Twist them, pull them harder... punish your
slave."
I complied, pulling and twisting the erect nipples until she cried out,
then squeezing the tit flesh before attacking her nipples once again. I
shifted myself forward and took one nipple, then the other, between my
teeth, chewing until she signaled me to stop.
"Do you think you need to be punished, slave?"
"Yes...," she said, breathing heavily now.
"Tell your master why."
"Master, I've been thinking nasty thoughts."
I chuckled and said, "Of course you are, slave. You're tied up and
your brother has his cock all the way up your slut ass."
"Other thoughts," she said, and continued only after I pulled and
twisted her nipples.
"Sophie," she said. "I was thinking about fucking your Sophie,
Master."
"Oh?" I said, and my cock pulsed in it's snug home.
"We could tie her up, here, and take turns fucking and sucking her."
My cock throbbed again in Cathy's ass, and I adjusted myself so
that I could better fuck her. I pulled my cock out then pushed it forward
again, and ordered Cathy to tell me what she'd do to Sophie if she had her
tied up. I closed my eyes and fucked my cock in and out as Cathy's sexy
voice described in great detail how she would use and abuse my beloved
Sophie. My control began to diminish when Cathy got to the part in her
scenario where she and I flipped Sophie over, tied her securely, and Cathy
began to shove a lubricated anal dildo up Sophie's virgin ass. When Cathy
began to describe how she'd move aside and allow me to take her place,
pulling out the dildo and replacing it with my cock, I could see the scene
clearly in my mind's eye. Knowing that I'd cum any moment and wanting
Sophie, er, Cathy to join me, I rubbed my thumb in small circles over
Cathy's clit and drove my cock faster back and forth in Cathy's ass.
"Oh... Oh... Oh... and the red-haired slut bitch... ahhh... would be
squealing like a pig... oh, yes, I'm close... oh, Jesus... she'd be begging you
to stop... ahhhhhhh."
We both came at this point in Cathy's story, and I opened my eyes
to see Cathy arch her back and cry out as my cock jerked and spewed cum
deep in her bowels.
Chapter Five - "Conversations with Sophie"
I met Sophie after school on Monday, and we walked hand-in-hand
toward her house. I'd decided that Friday evening was going to be *the
night*, after clearing it with Jack and Cathy. Cathy had accepted a baby-
sitting assignment for that night and assured me that the couple would be
out until midnight. Jack had agreed to stay over at a friend's house.
As we walked and chatted about this and that, I could see on
Sophie lovely face an eager anticipation. Having told me in no uncertain
terms that she wanted the two of us to have sex, she was expecting me to
arrange something soon. For some perverse reason, I was enjoying
keeping her in suspense, and didn't broach the subject until we had
arrived at her house and were sitting in her back yard drinking Cokes.
"Are you free this Friday night?" I asked, innocently.
"Maybe," she said. "I might have to rearrange my sock drawer.
What do you have in mind."
"Dinner at my house," I said, very casually, and saw her
expectations drop. She obviously thought I was inviting her over for a
family dinner.
"Sure," she replied.
"And maybe some sex as an appetizer, and more for dessert."
"What?" she blurted out, and I had her complete attention.
"Dad's bowling. Jack's spending the night elsewhere. Cath is baby-
sitting. I thought we might spend the evening together... but I know how
important it is to have an organized sock drawer."
"You... jerk!" she said, then whacked my knee. "You're teasing me,
and thoroughly enjoying it."
I just smiled.
"You've really got it... set up?" she asked, blushing.
"Yep."
She was silent for a minute, sipped her drink and then asked,
"What... um, what will we do?"
"I figured we grill some steaks and..."
"You asshole, that's not what I mean. Please, Jake..." she started
then stopped, and took another long pull on her drink.
"I want to know... I don't know what to expect," she said, her face
serious.
"Okay," I said, and took her hands in mine. "I apologize about the
kidding around. That will stop now."
I looked directly into her eyes and continued, "I'd like you to come
over about 6:30. Everyone will be gone by then. The first thing I'd like to
do is undress you and see, touch, kiss... your body. Then I'd like you to
do the same with me. Explore each other. We will have until 11:30 or so,
but I think we should get our first... well, I think we should go upstairs
and have intercourse. It'll be your first time and there may be some pain...
some blood..."
"Yes," she exhaled, and I realized she'd been holding her breath. "I
know."
"Then I think we should go downstairs and cook our meal
together.. kiss... touch... talk... eat."
"I love you, Jake."
"Me too," I said, and leaned in to kiss her.
Just then the back door slid open and Sophie's younger sister came
out to the backyard. We let go of one another and busied ourselves with
our drinks. Angela joined us, despite a go-away look from her older sister,
and plopped herself down on the bench facing us.
"I'm bored. What are you guys talking about."
While Sophie tried to get her sister to leave us alone, first nicely
and then plainly, I studied the girl. She was thirteen and reminded me of a
younger version of Sophie. They shared the same thick red hair and bright
green eyes. Angela's body was just beginning to develop. Her breasts
were the size of small lemons, and her hips were much narrower than
her voluptuous sister. Angela kept glancing over at me while she deflected
her sister's attempts to get rid of her.
"Angela, hon," I said after awhile, "your sister and I enjoy hanging
with you, but right now we're in the middle of something."
Angela's eyes sparkled, then she said, "Okay, Jake. Sure thing,"
and left.
When I turned again to face Sophie, she had a smirk on her face.
"Angela, hon?" she mimicked.
"It worked," I said, shrugging.
"Yeh, right. It worked 'cause Angela has a serious crush on you.
She may be more in love with you than I am."
I laughed and then raised my eyebrows and said, "Say, little Angela
wouldn't be free this Friday as well, would she."
"You..." Sophie gave up on finishing the thought and grabbed me.
I was laughing too hard to put up much of a fight and soon found myself
flat on my back with an angry Sophie sitting on my stomach.
"I give... I give," I said. My laughter stopped and I looked up into
the flushed face of Sophie.
"You go near that girl and I'll kill you," she said.
I nodded and said, quietly, "shall we continue were we left off?"
"Yes," she said and in an instant her anger was gone.
"After dinner we'll try some new positions... assuming you're not
too sore. Like this one."
Sophie blushed and must have felt my growing hard-on between the
two pair of Levi's that separated our sex. She began to move off me but I
held her arms and shook my head.
"My cock will be inside you," I continued, "and you will be able to
completely control the action by rocking up and down, back and forth."
The blush on Sophie's face intensified, and I could also she was becoming
aroused.
I dropped my gaze to her chest and said, "In this position I'll be able
to hold and caress your breasts and nipples... and occasionally lift myself up
and take them into my mouth and suck them."
"Oh, Jesus," Sophie whispered.
"Do you want to hear more?"
Sophie nodded but at that moment the back door opened and we
scrambled to disengage ourselves and, in my case, to cover the bulge in my
pants. Sophie's mom, armed with her own cold drink and a knowing smile
on her face, strolled over and took a seat on the bench that was occupied
by Angela a few minutes before. That pretty much ended our conversation
about Friday night.
- o -
I managed to meet up with Sophie on Wednesday, and we strolled
to her house together. Given the frequent interruptions at her house, we
took our time and at one point sat down on a park bench a couple of
blocks away.
"I do have to get home soon," she said, explaining that she was
expected to look after her younger siblings after school.
"Sure," I said.
She blushed a bit then asked, "In the time we have, would you tell
me more about Friday?"
"Don't you want it to be a surprise?"
"I like to think about it," she replied, and her blush deepened.
In the few days since I set up this evening, I had been imagining the
sex we'd have, and had jacked off several times to the images of fucking
Sophie. I wondered if Sophie did the same.
"Do you touch yourself when you think about it?"
"Jake!"
"I do," I confessed. "I masturbate and imagine making love to
you."
Sophie blushed and whispered, "So do I."
I held her hand and asked, "What would you like to try this Friday?
This shouldn't be just my night. When you... touch yourself, what do you
imagine."
Sophie looked away for a minute and then back to me. "I
imagine... I'd like to... Jesus, Jake... I can't talk about this."
"Okay," I said, disappointed.
"Maybe after Friday, Jake. I'm too embarrassed about what I don't
know."
After a minute she said, "Please continue... y'know, about Friday."
"Where we're we.... ah, it was after dinner and you were riding on
top of me while I played with your breasts."
"Yes," she said.
"I think we skipped a part," I said. "After our first... fuck," I
continued, and felt Sophie's hand tighten against mine at my first use of that
term. "We will dress and go downstairs and prepare dinner. I'd like you
dressed in nothing but a man's dress shirt... I'll borrow one of my dad's, so
it's long enough. No bra or panties. Just the oversized shirt with the top
three buttons undone. While we're cooking and setting the table, I'll be
able to see just the hint of your breasts through the gap in the shirt, and will
be able to feel them, or your ass or... cunt, anytime I want."
"You'll finger my cunt?" she asked, blushing, not to hear an answer
but just to use the naughty term.
"Oh, yes," I replied. "Maybe after I get the steaks on the grill I'll
put you up on counter, just on the edge, and eat your cunt until you cum."
Sophie shivered and said, "Oh, God, Jake... I was hoping you'd do
that."
"Do you imagine my mouth and tongue in your pussy when you
masturbate?"
"Yes."
We rose and kissed hungrily, my hands embracing her ass as she
thrust her crotch up against my bulge.
"I should go," she said when we broke. We walked the remaining
two blocks to her house in silence. I had my hand stuck into her back
pocket, and could feel her ass flex and relax, flex and relax, as we walked.
"Call me tonight before you go to bed," I said just before we
parted. "And make sure nobody's on the extension."
Sophie blushed, nodded and went inside.
- o -
She called a little after eleven.
"Are you ready for bed," I asked after we had exchanged greetings.
"Uh huh," she replied.
"What are you wearing?" I asked.
There was a pause at the other end, and she said, "No, not much,"
in a conversational tone. I figured that someone else was close by and she
didn't want them to know who she was talking to.
"Are you wearing a nightgown?"
"Yep," she replied.
"Panties underneath?"
"Yes," she said.
"Here's what I want you to do," I began. "Go upstairs to your
room and close the door behind you. Do you have a lock?"
"Yes," she said.
"Lock it and take off your nightgown. Stand in front of your mirror
and look at your fabulous breasts, not as Sophie would but as I will. Hold
them, touch them, pull on the nipples until they're good and hard. Okay?"
"Yep. That's right," she said, and I could hear the voice of her
father in the background. She was having a harder time listening to me and
sounding normal.
"Then I want you to slide your hand down your belly and under the
waistband of your panties... down... down until your fingers are over your
cunt. Do you think it will be wet?"
"Yes, I believe that's right."
"Damn right it'll be wet. And when you slide a finger over your clit
and into your cunt, it'll get nice and juicy, won't it?"
"Uh huh," she said, her voice cracking a bit.
I heard her dad's voice again and Sophie saying, "I'll be done in a
minute, dad. Marie needs my help with her answers to the homework."
A few seconds later she got back on the line.
"He's left the room."
"I want you to continue fingering your juicy cunt while you watch
yourself in the mirror and imagine how hot I'll get just looking at your
naked body."
"But I'm not naked yet," she said quietly into the phone. "I've still
got my panties on... covering my cunt."
I smiled to myself and then said, "Very good. Turn sideways and
watch yourself in the mirror while you slide your panties over your round,
white ass and down your legs. Do you remember walking home this
afternoon, when my hand on your ass?"
"Yes."
"Think about that when your panties are off. Think about this
Friday when my hands will be caressing your naked ass. After you're
naked, I want you to lie down on your bed, face down, with your ass
sticking up in the air."
"Okay," she whispered into the phone.
"Then I want you to reach down and finger your cunt. You should
know that I'm gonna fuck you this way Friday night. From the rear, I'm
gonna fuck my cock into your juicy cunt until you cum. Think about that
while you masturbate. I'm going upstairs right now to jack off, and I'll be
imagining me behind you, fucking you like a bitch-in-heat."
"Oh, God," she cried, a little too loudly, and I worried that she was
losing it.
"Goodnight, lover," I said and hung up.
- o -
Aside from a brief hallway chat, I didn't spend any time with Sophie
on Thursday. Thursday night, however, she called and Cathy answered the
phone. I came into the kitchen and took the phone from her, and Cathy
loitered around while Sophie and I talked.
"Can you talk?" asked Sophie.
"Not really," I answered and added, more for Cathy's benefit than
Sophie's, "My pesty sister is in the room."
Cathy stuck her tongue out at me, and about that time my dad came
into the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge.
"How are things going," I said into the phone to Sophie, silently
wishing that Cathy and Dad would leave the room so I could repeat the
phone sex of the previous night. Instead, Cathy engaged dad in a
conversation.
"I'm doing super," she said, then laughed. "It sounds like you don't
have the same privacy that you had last night."
"That's right, Sophie," I said, loud enough for all to hear, "it is hard
to carry on a private conversation in my house."
Cathy chuckled and said, "Why don't you call Sophie back from my
phone."
Cathy had talked our dad into a private line for her bedroom.
Unable to refuse her anything, he had given her a phone and an answering
machine for her seventeenth birthday, and had a new line brought into the
house.
"That would be great... thanks," I said to Cathy, then told Sophie
I'd call her right back and hung up.
Cathy followed me to the stairs and, out of earshot of dad said,
"Don't lock the door just yet."
Sitting on Cathy's bed, my back to the headboard, I got Sophie
back on the line.
"Hello again," she said. I explained that I was now in my sister's
room, and that we could talk freely.
"Good, Jake... I can't wait for tomorrow night."
"Me either."
I could hear her breathing into the phone. She seemed very relaxed
and at ease, so I asked her if she was alone.
"For now, yes. Angela and Ralph are in bed, and my folks are in
the family room watching the news. I'm sitting in the kitchen with a clear
view down the hall in case one of them comes here."
"What are you wearing, sweet Sophie?"
"Just my nightgown."
"No panties?"
"No."
"Hmmmm... do you think that's safe? You may get a little excited
as we talk, and your cunt will get all wet and juicy."
"I expect so", she said and giggled.
"Wont that be a problem?"
"Ah, I see your point," she said. "... the juices will leak from my
cunt and I'll have a big wet spot on my nightgown."
"Don't you hate it when that happens," I said and we both laughed.
Just then, the door opened and Cathy slipped in, holding a finger to her lips
for quiet. She locked the door behind her and approached the bed, a sexy
smile on her face.
"Excuse me for a moment," said Sophie.
I put my hand over the receiver and said to Cathy, "I thought I was
gonna get some privacy."
"Just ignore me," she said, grinning. She sat down on the edge of
the bed and reached over and began undoing my belt.
"I'm back," said Sophie, "and I've taken care of that little problem"
"Oh, how?" I said. Cathy had my belt undone and was quietly at
work on the buttons of my Levi's.
"I got a couple of paper towels, folded them and now I'm sitting on
them."
"I'm jealous of those paper towels," I said.
"Why?"
"Because they're touching your cunt, and I'm not."
At this Cathy stopped what she was doing and raised her eyes to
mine. She smiled at me then went back to work.
"But in just about... twenty hours, you'll be touching my cunt, wont
you, Jake."
"Oh, yes... probably within five minutes after you get here
tomorrow night.
"Hmmm... you'll undress me, right, and finger my cunt."
"And your breasts, and your ass, and your legs. I'll use my hands
and my mouth to explore your body."
"You'll still be dressed?"
"Yes."
Cathy had my Levi's completely undone and motioned for me to
raise my hips off the bed so he could pull them down. I eagerly complied,
and she pulled my jeans and underwear down my thighs, exposing my
rapidly hardening cock.
"Will you... will you lick my cunt."
"Yes, but only briefly. Do you think it will be wet and juicy? How
long does it take for you to get that excited?"
"About five seconds after I see you... or think about you," said
Sophie.
Cathy was slowly stroking my cock and it was now fully erect in
her hand.
"When do I get to undress you?" asked Sophie.
"After a few minutes, I guess, and you get to explore my body."
"That will be the first time I've seen a guy naked... with a hard
cock."
"What will you do with my cock?" I asked Sophie, and Cathy took
that moment to lean over and kiss the head of my cock. She then used the
tip of her tongue to spread the pre-cum all over the sensitive head.
"I'll feel it... hold it... kiss it..."
"What else?"
"Would you like me to suck it?"
"This is your chance to explore me, and do what you want."
"I know... but you didn't answer my question."
Cathy at this point was slowly drawing her tongue down the length
of my cock and I had to concentrate in order to sound normal to Sophie.
"If you're asking me, would I like to have the love-of-my-life
kneeling naked in front of me, with her beautiful red lips wrapped around
my cock, sucking me, I'd have to say yes."
"Then that's what I'd like to do," she purred into the phone. "I'd
like to suck your hard cock until you cum."
"If you do that, make me cum in your mouth, do you realize it'll be
awhile before I get hard again... hard enough to fuck your virgin pussy."
"I guess so," she said.
"And do you realize that I'll fill your pretty mouth with hot, white
cum, and that you'll have to swallow quickly or it'll spill out of your
mouth."
"I hadn't thought about that," she admitted. "What does it taste
like?"
"I don't know," I said, fibbing a bit because it would be hard to
explain that I'd tasted my brother's cum as I ate out my sister.
Cathy had the head of my cock in her mouth and was sucking
gently. I steeled myself to block the pleasurable sensations and tried to
concentrate on Sophie.
"I know you've had... experience with other girls, Jake. Did they
suck you off?"
"Yes."
"And did they swallow your cum."
"Yes."
"I will too, then."
"I'd like that."
"And then we'll go upstairs," she prompted.
"Yes, we'll go upstairs, actually to Cathy's room where there's more
room."
"Oh? Wont she mind?"
"We'll clean up after ourselves. Don't worry about it."
"Okay."
"I'll have the room all set up. We'll lay down, kiss and caress each
other, and I'll lick your cunt until you're just about to cum, then I'll stop."
"That doesn't seem fair," said Sophie, not really meaning it.
"I want you to cum while I'm fucking you for the first time."
"I do too. Will you... be gentle with me?"
"Yes, I'll enter you very slowly. It may hurt when I break though
your cherry but it should pass."
"Hmmm... then you'll be inside me."
"My cock will be in your juicy cunt."
"Yes... you'll be fucking me."
"Uh huh," I said, not trusting my voice to stay normal if I said too
much more. Cathy's head was bobbing up and down on my cock, and the
sensations were driving me crazy.
"I did what you said last night," said Sophie.
"Tell me about it," I replied, hoping to get her talking. She
described going up to her room and stripping, and the masturbation that
followed. I took advantage of these few minutes and placed my free hand
on Cathy's head and she took the signal and began sucking harder as she
bobbed up and down. I held the receiver against my chest and groaned as
my cock blasted load after load of cum in Cathy's talented mouth. I waited
a second or two to catch my breath, then picked up the phone again.
"... and I was imagining you behind me, your cock in my pussy,
your hands on my ass, and I had the best orgasm I've ever had."
"That's great, Sophie."
"What should I do tonight?"
"The same thing, Sophie, but this time try to cum twice."
"Okay, coach."
We hung up shortly thereafter. I thanked Cathy by returning the
favor and eating her out, then went to bed, exhausted.
Chapter Six - "Sophie and I"
Friday seemed to pass in agonizing slowness, but eventually school
was out and Friday afternoon passed into evening. Dad left for his bowling
league, taking Jack with him in order to drop him off at a friend's house for
the night.
Cathy helped me set things up. She collected pretty much every
candle in the house and brought them up to her room. I put a bottle of
wine in the freezer, hoping it would chill quickly and that I wouldn't forget
about it and have dad find it there in the morning. Then I joined Cathy in
her bedroom.
Cathy had changed the sheets, using the nicest ones we had. A
thick towel was placed down the middle of the bed, just in case Sophie
bled. Cathy had placed candles on her dresser and night stand, and was in
the process of lighting them. When she was done and turned out the light,
the candles illuminated the room perfectly but not too much.
"I wish it was like this for my first time," said Cathy, wistfully.
I hugged her to me and kissed her.
"Thanks, Cath, for everything."
"Your welcome, brother," she said and kissed me back.
"I should go... is there anything else you need?" she asked.
"I'm all set, thanks."
"You know where I keep the condoms, and the K-Y---"
"Cathy!" I interrupted. "I'm not gonna take her that way!"
"Jesus, Jake, I know that. But you are very large, and it might help
to lube yourself before you enter her."
"Oh," I said. "I hadn't thought about that."
Cathy patted my face, kissed me again and left.
- o -
I checked everything a second time, then a third, as I paced back
and forth waiting for Sophie. The doorbell rang just after 6:30 and I
rushed to let her in.
"Hi there," she said after entering. We stood in the foyer, facing
each other and holding each others hands. She looked terrific, smelled
terrific... and all my anxiousness melted away. She was wearing a green
silk dress that accentuated her eyes, white stockings, and black heels. Pearl
earrings and a matching pearl necklace completed the outfit.
"You look incredible," I said and moved in for a soft, brief kiss,
then another, this one longer, wetter. When we broke I led her into the
family room. The drapes were closed to give us privacy.
I kissed her again and then backed up a half step, admiring her
voluptuous form.
"May I undress you?"
"Please," she said, kicking her shoes off.
I started at her waist, removing the patterned belt. The dress was
buttoned up the front, and my hands shook as I started at her throat and
undid the first one. They got easier as I went and after I undid the last one
I paused to look into Sophie's face, flushed with excitement but calm at the
same time. I moved in and took her face in my hands and kissed her lips
softly, then looked into her green eyes while I slid my my hands down her
neck and pushed the dress off her shoulders, down her arms and into
a heap on the floor.
My eyes dropped immediately to her breasts, held in check by a
white bra that showed plenty of cleavage. These were much larger than
Cathy's, and I bent down to kiss the exposed flesh of her breasts.
"It latches in the front," said Sophie, her voice husky.
I found the latch and struggled just a second before it popped open
and her huge white breasts fell into my hands. I was instantly surprised at
the firmness of these melon-sized tits. As I felt their weight and moved my
hands over the rose-colored nipples, the hard nubs thickened and grew.
"They're beautiful," I whispered. "Just beautiful."
I knew I'd have time to play with her breasts later, and I was
anxious to have her completely naked. I lowered my hands to her panties
and slowly peeled them down over her ass and down her legs, kneeling as I
did. Directly in front of my was a thick bush of red-brown hair, that
partially covered the lips of her pussy. I then slid her white stockings down
her legs and off, one leg at a time.
She was now completely nude. I stood up and admired the body
before me, my eyes moving from the huge proud breasts, down her tummy,
which was flat and slender in comparison to her large breasts, to the flare
of her hips, the patch of hair covering her sex, and the long shapely legs.
"I'm I supposed to just stand here like a statue?" said Sophie, She
shifted her weight from one leg to the other and her face reflected some
embarrassment.
"You're just so beautiful," I said and slowly strolled around her,
touching her, caressing her, until I was directly behind her. I paused there
to look at her ass, and to caress the firm white cheeks that jutted out.
"Spread your legs a bit," I said, still behind her. She shifted them
about eighteen inches apart.
"I believe I promised to finger your cunt before five minutes had
passed," I said, sliding one hand down her ass and between her thighs.
"Yes," she said. "But I'm not timing you... ohh"
My fingers found her cunt, and slipped inside. She was very wet,
and hot, and my fingers quickly found the nub of her clit. It was erect, and
larger than Cathy's. I reached around with my other hand and caressed a
breast, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rubbed
it.
"This is very nice," she said, her breathing heavier, "but you're
gonna make me cum real soon."
I removed my fingers from her pussy and turned her so she faced
me. Drawing her towards me, I kissed her long and hard, my tongue
wrestling with hers. My hands went down her back and held her ass while
we kissed. We were both breathing hard when we broke.
"I want to taste you," I said. I spent several seconds kissing and
sucking her breasts and nipples before dropping to my knees and studying
her pussy.
With her legs spread, I could see the lips of her sex quite clearly. I
parted the hair and kissed her sex, then extended my tongue inside until I
found her clit. Sophie moaned as I flicked my tongue rapidly back and
forth over the hard flesh of her clit. After a few moments I felt her fingers
combing through my hair then stopping when both of her hands were at the
back of my head, holding me against her sex.
"Oh, yes, Jake... lick my pussy and make me cum."
A brought my hands up and pinched and pulled on her nipples as
my tongue alternated between deep forays into her cunt and rapid flicks
directly to her erect clit. She came after a few minutes of this, pulling my
head even harder against her sex. Pressed against her like this, my entire
universe was the wet folds of her sex and the pleasant odor of intense
female arousal. By the time she finished and the vice like pressure of her
hands relaxed, my face was completely drenched with her copious
discharge.
I felt her slipping away, and just managed to keep her from
collapsing onto floor. I angled her instead to a nearby chair and she fell
into it, completely drained. I knelt before her and rested my the side of my
head between her splayed things, directly on her pubic mound. It was a full
minute before her breathing and pulse approached normal.
"That was lovely, Jake," she said.
I raised my head and looked at her, smiling. Her green eyes
sparkled and her mouth broke into a smile.
"Jesus, Jake, you look like you've been bobbing for apples."
"Not apples, something even sweeter."
"Well, it's my turn."
I got up and held my hands out to help Sophie rise. As she came
up out of the chair I pulled her against me, her breasts crushed against my
chest, and kissed her long and hard. She broke the kiss and playfully
pushed me away.
"Hmm, so that's what I taste like," she said.
"Now it's my turn, buster." She dropped to her knees and removed
my shoes and socks, then undid my belt and slacks. I saw her glance at my
bulge as her lowered my pants but it was mostly hidden behind my shirt tail
and jockeys. She rose and began unbuttoning my shirt, her green eyes
bright with expectation. After pulling my shirt off and tossing it into the
pile of clothes, she stole another glance at the large bulge in my jockey
shorts. Instead of removing them immediately, she spent several moments
running her hands over my chest, and kissing and licking my nipples. She
kissed a trail down my torso and she dropped to her haunches and finally
reached out and peeled my jockeys over my cock.
She gasped when my cock sprung free and bounced off her chin. It
was three-quarters erect, sticking almost straight out. As I stepped out of
my shorts and kicked them away, my cock bobbed up and down, and her
eyes never left it. Tentatively, she brought a hand up and gently traced her
fingers down the shaft, and my cock jerked up in response to her touch. A
second hand joined the first and she stroked the heart-shaped head while
the other hand arrived at the base and gently touched my balls.
Now out of it's tight enclosure, and with her attentions, my cock
grew to it's full length and hardness. It was now almost nine inches long
and pointing at a forty-five degree angle.
"It's beautiful, your cock," she said, her eyes fixed on it while her
fingers explored it's length and girth.
"Thank you," I said, my voice uneven.
"It's much larger than I expected. Is it unusually big?"
This appealed to my vanity, of course, and I told her it was above
average but not the biggest. Her touch was so light that I figured she
believed the organ delicate.
"Hold it, tight... feel the hardness."
She grasped it firmly beneath the head and slid the hand down it's
length, and I exhaled audibly at the sensation.
"Is this what you do when you... jack off."
I nodded as she brought her hand back up the length and they back
down. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the hole, and she asked me about
it. I told her it was natural lubricant. She spent another minute in close
inspction of my cock, holding it, stroking it, feeling my balls, asking me
questions.
"I'll be back, big guy," she said, kissing the head of my cock and
rising. She combed her hands through the hair on my chest, then walked
behind me and ran her hands down my back and over my ass. One hand
came through my thighs and gently caressed my balls from underneath.
She then pressed her body up against mine and circled her arms around,
one caressing my chest and nipples, the other stroking my cock.
I could feel her breasts against my back, the nipples hard, and she
kissed my back and neck.
"I get to do what I want, right?" she whispering into my ear.
"Yes," I said.
She breathed into my ear and stroked my cock some more, and I
worried that I'd cum too soon.
"I could stop now and you'd take me upstairs and fuck me, right?"
"Yes, if you want."
She kissed me again on my neck and it felt electric, then she nibbled
on my ear.
"Or I could take your cock into my mouth and suck you. You
wouldn't mind that, would you?"
"No, I'd like that."
She let go of my cock and moved around to face me. We kissed,
and she said, "I'd like to suck you off, Jake. I want you to cum in my
mouth."
With that she dropped to her knees and took hold of my cock. She
slowly licked and kissed the head and down the length. It felt heavenly
when she took the head into her warm, wet mouth and sucked gently. Her
eyes came up to watch me while she sucked. She kept one hand around
the shaft and stroked up and down the length.
"This is incredible, Sophie," I said. "I like watching you suck my
cock."
She pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing great," I said. I put my hands on her head and pulled
her back onto my cock.
"I'll guide you a bit, with my hands. Oh, yes... that's feels great...
now take me deeper, as far as you can without gagging... ahhh, your mouth
is so hot and wet and it's very sexy to watch you do this... run your tongue
all over the head now, ah, yes... now suck as hard as you can... oh, that's
incredible.... I'm gonna cum in about a minute, okay?"
"Mmmm," she said around a mouthful of cock.
"Now I want you to rock back and forth, and use your hand to jack
me off at the same time... oh, yes, Sophie..."
I used my hands to direct the tempo, fucking my cock over her lips
and into her mouth while Sophie sucked and used her hand to jack me off.
"Here I cum, Sophie... look at me... ahhhhhhh...."
The sight of Sophie's green eyes and my cock shunting lewdly into
her mouth was too much, and I sent jet after jet of cum into her mouth.
Sophie's eyes widened and she tired to swallow, but the volume of cum
was too great. She coughed, spraying my cum all over my cock and lower
abdomen, and pulled off my cock. My cock wasn't finished, and the last
two jets caught her directly in the face, one splattering on her left cheek
and the other catching her chin.
Sophie coughed a few more times before catching her breath and
rising. A crooked smile was on her cum-splattered face, and cum dripped
off her jaw onto her breasts.
"Well, I made a mess of that," she said, and giggled.
"It was great all the same," I said, and collected the cum off her
face on my fingers. I looked around for a box of Kleenex and Sophie
noticed.
"No, let me," she said and brought my fingers into her mouth and
sucked off the cum. Then she dropped to her knees and licked the cum off
my body and drooping cock.
"This girl's a virgin?" I thought to myself.
- o -
"Oh, my God, Jake... it's perfect," said Sophie when we entered
Cathy's candle-lit room. We kissed and laid down on the bed. We started
slowly, kissing every now and then, caressing each other, talking softly.
I spent a good deal of time with Sophie's breasts, and it was
obvious that she enjoyed the attention greatly. After licking, sucking and
chewing on her nipples, they stood thick and straight, three-quarters of an
inch long. Sophie's breathing was heavy.
I turned myself on the bed and brought my head down between her
thighs and kissed all over her thighs and pubis before covering her cunt
with my mouth and sucking her juices. My tongue found her clit and
teased it for several moments before flicking it back and forth across the
hard nub. Meanwhile, at the top of the bed, Sophie had turned and
grabbed my cock and stroked it until it was fully erect. Then she took it
once again into her mouth and sucked it gently.
For the next five minutes I repeatedly brought her close to orgasm
with my tongue and fingers, stopping each time before she climaxed.
"I'm ready... Jake," panted Sophie after several minutes. I looked
up, past her breasts which were rising and falling with her heavy breathing,
into her face. She was flushed with excitement and her eyes shone in the
dim light.
"Fuck me... fuck me now," she said.
Remembering Cathy's suggestion, I rolled off the bed and found her
tube of K-Y jelly. My cock was rock hard from Sophie's sucking, and I
coated the head and shaft with the lubricant.
Back on the bed, I positioned myself between Sophie's legs and
adjusted her knees up and out. Holding myself on my arms above her, I
positioned my cock at her sex and slowly slid it forward, past her lips and
into her wetness. She was tight but incredibly wet and warm, and the head
slipped inside.
"Oh, God," cried Sophie.
I eased it further into her cunt and felt the helmeted head of my
prick slowly cleaving the tight, moist folds of her virginal pussy shaft. I fed
her another inch, then another. I felt her cherry against my cock head, and
stopped my penetration. Sophie shuddered, then placed her hands on my
shoulders and ground her hips a little. I lowered my head and took a
nipple between my teeth and chewed gently. At the same time I pulled my
cock back and then forward, returning to her membrane. I repeated this a
dozen times, angling my cock so it rubbed across her clit. Sophie was
making little cries with each stroke and her hips were moving deliciously
beneath me, pushing up with each inward movement of my cock.
Increasing the tempo of my shallow thrusts, and bumping into her
hymen with gradually more force, I brought Sophie closer and closer to
climax. When she came, and cried out, I felt the effusion of her cuntal
juices on my cock. Lifting my head from her breast, I drove forward,
ripping past her membrane and worming several inches beyond, the
tightness of her virgin passage slowing my advance. I saw Sophie's eyes
widen, and heard a brief cry, but watched as the pleasure of her release
overcame the pain and washed over her lovely face.
I pulled back then drove my cock forward again, deeper this time.
My next thrust into her spasming cunt brought me all the way inside, and I
left it there while I covered Sophie's mouth with mine and kissed her hard
through the last waves of her climax.
I broke the kiss when she was done and laid down on top of her,
keeping most of my weight on my elbows but enjoying the feeling of her
heaving breasts against my chest, and the incredibly tight grip of her pussy
on my cock.
"That... was.. incredible," she panted after a minute or so.
I raised my head and kissed her softly.
"I'm no longer a virgin," she said, laughed, then kissed me hard.
Her legs came up and crossed behind my back. Our kiss went on forever,
then broke and kissed each other all over.
"Did you... cum?" she asked, whispering into my ear as I kissed her
neck.
"No."
"Oh, good," she said, "fuck me some more."
"Are you... okay," I asked, concerned about her cherry.
"I'm fantastic," she said. "Fuck me!"
I began fucking her slowly, amazed at the tightness of her passage.
After a half-dozen strokes Sophie urged me to go faster. I increased the
tempo but she wanted more.
"I'm okay," she said, "fuck me harder... faster... cum in my cunt."
I went faster and faster, driving my cock into her as fast as her tight
cunt would allow. Sophie continued to urge me on, and she dropped her
legs from around my back so she'd have more leverage. Her hips pushed
against me with every inward push, and rotated sensuously as I pulled out.
My head was swimming and the pressure building in my balls as a
hammered time and time again into her cunt, amazed at the unbridled
enthusiasm of her response.
"Oh, Jesus," I cried as I reached the point of no return, "I'm
cuming...."
"Yessss," answered Sophie as the first blast of cum showered her
cervix, "Oh yes... Oh yes," she chanted and then cried out as her climax
came and her body tensed beneath me.
"Fuck me... fuck me... oh, God!" she cried as I pistoned my
erupting cock back and forth in her spasming tunnel.
- o -
Showered and dressed casually, we opened the wine and began to
prepare dinner. It was 8:15 and both of us were famished. Cathy looked
stunning in the white dress shirt I had borrowed from my dad's closet. The
tails went to mid thigh but more leg was visible from the side. The top
three buttons were undone and a generous portion of her breasts were
visible when the shirt gaped. Even without that view, her breasts were
quite obvious beneath the white shirt, and her nipples tented the fabric.
I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Neither of us was wearing any
underwear.
I started the grill and got the steaks ready while Sophie prepared a
salad. We munched on cut up veggies while we waited, sipped wine and
talked, and occasionally I would reach in her shirt and feel her breasts or
under the bottom and fondle her there.
"I should take it easy on this," she said, holding up her wine glass.
"I'm a pretty cheap drunk, I think."
She did have more color in her face, and her eyes were even
brighter than normal. She looked incredible.
"But that's my plan," I said, moving up against her and trapping her
against the counter with my body. "I get you tipsy and take advantage of
you."
"He's devious," she said, and kissed me. "But not too bright... you
could take advantage of me without a drop."
"Hmmm," I said, kissing her back. "I've created a monster."
When the coals were white I put the steaks on and popped the
potatoes in the microwave. Sophie came in from the dinning room.
"Table's set. Are the steaks on?" she said.
"Yep."
She hopped up on the counter and smiled at me, and I remembered
my promise to eat her cunt while the steaks grilled. I smiled ruefully, called
her a sex fiend, knelt before her and went to work. While I was licking her,
I wet a finger in her cunt and rubbed it all over her rosette before sliding it
into her ass.
"Oh, Jesus," cried Sophie, the action of my tongue on her clit and
my finger fucking in and out of her ass had her climaxing in another minute.
We wolfed down the food, laughing and talking all the while.
"Do you really think I'm a sex fiend?" she asked, coyly, after most
of the food was gone.
"You wont hear me complaining," I said.
"That's 'cause you want me to turn into a slut," she challenged.
"Oh, no," I said. "A slut enjoys sex, and will do anything, but she'll
do it with anybody. A great lover---that's what you're becoming---enjoys
sex and but is not promiscuous."
"I see, professor," she said, and laughed. "Was I good?"
"Incredible, and you know it."
"Thanks, you were great too."
She looked at me over her wine glass and said, "I would like to try
'everything' with you."
"'Everything'," I said, raising my eyebrows theatrically. "Then we
better clean up these dishes and get started."
I washed while Sophie cleared, and in five minutes we had the
dinning room and kitchen pretty much done. As I was rinsing the last
dishes Sophie can up behind me and slipped her hands under my shirt,
around my waist and down to fondle my cock. I finished the last plate,
dried my hands and turned toward her. Sophie's eyes were sparkling and
mischievous.
"What now?" she said.
I held her face in my hands and kissed her, enjoying the feeling of
her full lips on mine. Breaking the kiss, I ran my fingers over her lips for
several moments, then put my hands on her shoulders.
"Kneel," I said.
She smiled and dropped slowly down, keeping her eyes on mine as
she descended. I pulled my semi-hard cock out of my shorts and rubbed it
over her face before allowing her to take it into her mouth. She licked and
sucked on my cock for several minutes, well past the time when it was fully
erect, then I stopped her.
We went upstairs and relit the candles in Cathy's room, and I
stripped off my few clothes and laid down on the bed. Sophie stripped and
joined me.
"I want you on top," I said, and she straddled me and awkwardly
reached behind to position my cock at her cunt. It took a few moments,
but she managed to get it right and then sank back, impaling herself slowly
on the length of my cock. I caressed her breasts and nipples while she
rocked slowly up and down, getting accustomed again to my cock.
"This is wonderful," she said after awhile and began moving faster,
and occasionally lowering her mouth to mine, or to feed me one of her
breasts. She talked easily as we fucked, but I could see the excitement
building. Her cunt felt just as tight to me, but I knew I could control
myself almost indefinitely.
"What does it mean to do 'everything'," she asked.
"I'm pretty sure I don't know everything," I said, "so we'll learn and
experiment together, okay."
"Yeh," she said, breathing harder as she rocked up and down on my
cock. "But tell me what you know... what you've tried."
"Okay... there are several more positions we can try."
"Yeh," she said, then licked her lips, "you said you'd fuck me from
behind."
"Yes," I said, then added, "like a bitch-dog in heat."
"Mmmm," she purred and smiled, her eyes closed.
"And we can fuck in new places, like your house... or outdoors, at
the beach at night, or in the woods."
"I'd like... that," she said, and then was silent as she bounced up and
down with even more force, digging for her climax.
"Or I could handcuff you, and fuck you anywhere and any way I
wanted," I added and squeezed my hands around her bouncing breasts.
"Ohhhhh... yes... yes... yessssssss," she cried and another massive
orgasm raced through her. I could see in on her face, and feel it as her cunt
throbbed and pulsed around my cock.
"Oh, yes... Oh, yes..." she chanted through her orgasm, then
collapsed on top of me. I gave her a few minutes respite, then rolled us on
to our sides and withdrew my cock. Sophie's eyes stayed closed and she
appeared to doze. I slipped out of the bed and got the same silk scarves
that I had used a week earlier to bind Cathy before I fucked her ass. I got
back on the bed and rolled Sophie face down, and I straddled her back.
"Mmmm," Sophie murmured as I took one wrist and tied the scarf
to it. Then she giggled as she realized what I was up to.
"You're bad," she said and giggled again.
"Uh huh," I said and tied the other end of the scarf to the
headboard. In took less time to bind the other wrist to the scarf and
headboard. I then grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and crawled off
of Sophie.
"Lift your ass, girl," I said, slapping her ass playfully.
"No," she said, peevishly, and giggled. "Make me."
I slapped her again, a little harder, but she didn't move.
"You are determined to be a naughty girl, aren't you?"
A spanked her a dozen times, maybe more, before she gave up and
asked me to stop. Her ass was pink, even it the dim light, and quite warm
to the touch. She lifted her ass off the bed and I doubled up the pillow and
placed it beneath her hips, then slapped her a final time and she dropped on
top. Her nice round pink ass was now sticking up nicely.
I moved in between her legs and positioned my cock at her cunt,
rubbing it in small circles around the slick folds of her flesh before inserting
it and sliding it an inch or two inside. I steadied myself on my arms above
her, readying myself.
"You ready to get fucked, naughty girl?" I growled.
"No... please, mister, don't fuck me," she said. I smiled in delight at
her response and drove myself forward, burying my cock to the hilt in one
brutal lunge.
"Owww," she cried, and then winced as my front slammed against
her sore backside. I withdrew my cock and slammed it back home, into her
incredibly tight cunt, time and time again, faster and faster. I didn't slow
when Sophie came, thrashing under me, and continued for another five
minutes of steady pounding until her second orgasm of the fuck sent me
over the edge.
"Take it... take it," I said as my cock dumped it's hot load deep in
her spasming cunt.
Chapter Seven - Close to Home"
The next morning, I woke early and went downstairs to fix
breakfast for the family. Between the three kids and my dad, we each took
turns with weekend breakfast duty, and it was my turn. I found a note
from dad stuck to the fridge, saying, "Marion will join us for breakfast,
8:00ish. Pancakes!?"
Marion was a friend of my father's. An attorney in her mid-thirties,
divorced, with a twelve-year old daughter, Marion and dad had been
friends for many years. A couldn't quite figure out their relationship. She
was a District Attorney and they often worked together professionally, so I
just assumed they were 'just friends'. She never spent the night here and to
my knowledge he never spent the night at her house. The daughter spent
most weekends with her father so there was plenty of opportunity, if they
were so inclined. I couldn't recall if I'd ever seen them hug or kiss.
I started the coffee and made the pancake batter, and one by one
people began to arrive, my dad, Marion, then Cathy still dressed in her
robe. They sat at the kitchen table, chatting, and I served coffee then
pancakes as they came off the grill. I was vaguely aware that Marion and
dad were discussing their plans for the day, which involved going to a
museum and having lunch someplace. When I finished serving and sat
down, I noticed that all three were staring at me, smiles on their faces.
"Wha-- what is it," I said, looking down to see if I'd left my fly open
or something.
"You were whistling," said my dad.
"Who is she?" asked Marion.
"She?" I said, blushing.
Dad, to Marion, said, "Do you think that's it? Some female has him
behaving like an escaped inmate of the Happy Trails Institute?"
"Gotta be," said Marion. "Some girl has the Jake-man snookered."
"Snookered?" said dad. "Is that like pussy whipped?"
"No, Jerry, and I thought you understood the subtlety of language.
Pussy-whipped is what you are, dear. Jake here is snookered. He's smitten
with some chick. In l-o-v-e."
My head was turning from one to the other like I was watching a
tennis match. Cathy was laughing, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.
My head was spinning, partly out of embarrassment and partly because
their banter made it clear to me, for the first time, that their relationship
was not entirely platonic.
"Well, Marion, he's been seeing this girl, Sophie. She's very pretty,
a redhead, and for reasons that escape me, she seems to like Jake."
"Ahh," said Marion, smiling at me. "Is that it, Jake? Are you and
this Sophie girl an item?"
I cleared my throat and said, "Well, yeah, I guess."
"They're an item," volunteered Cathy, joining the conversation.
"Some big date last night?" asked Marion.
I lowered my head, suddenly busy with my breakfast, while I tried
to figure out how to get out of this, or change the subject. I was sure my
face was bright red.
"I don't think so," said dad. "He was here, holding down the----"
He didn't finish the sentence and when I looked up his eyes were on
me, and his expression gradually changed from thoughtful to knowing. I
was sure that my face turned a deeper shade of red.
"Are you done?" he asked, of Cathy. "I'd like to talk to Jake for a
few minutes."
Cathy knew exactly what was going on, and surprised me by
saying, "Dad, whatever you have to say to Jake you should say to me too,
and to Jack. We're not little kids anymore."
Dad just stared at her. I was concerned that he was going to get
angry, but he just sat there, non-plussed. Marion got up and kissed the top
of his head.
"She's right, you know," said Marion.
"Well, um, yes, I guess," he said, then shook his head, his
expression changing from confusion to something between resignation and
wonder.
"What I was going to say to Jake, I should say to all three of you, I
guess," his glance took in Cathy as he finished the sentence. I could tell
this was a bit of a shock to him, that his princess was probably not a virgin,
and I was glad that he was taking it well. "If you're sexually active, you've
got to be... very careful. The risks of pregnancy, AIDS and other diseases-
--"
"We know that, dad," said Cathy. "I'm on the pill, and I'm very
careful with partners. We know the saying, 'you're not only sleeping with
someone but with everybody he has'."
Dad's jaw dropped at this comment, and when he recovered he
muttered under his breath, "Mary, mother of Jesus... my babies are growin'
up."
"And while we're on this general subject," said Cathy, clearly
feeling that she was on a roll, "why is you and Marion don't spend the night
together? It's not like we don't know that you love each other, and that
you have sex... I'd hate to see the hotels bills you're pilling up. Jack, Jake
and I promise not to turn into serial killers if you sleep together here or at
Marion's."
"The girl's got a point, Jerry," said Marion. "But I'm going to be
very big and not say, I told you so."
"Gee, thanks, Marion, for being so big," grumbled my father.
- o -
Sophie called later that morning, excitement in her voice.
"You'll never guess what happened this morning," she said after we
had exchanged comments about how wonderful the night before was.
"Let me take a wild guess," I said. "Your parents know about last
night."
"How did you---," she began, then stopped. "Not both of them, but
my mom knew instantly. I couldn't believe it... she took me aside and
asked me all about it."
"Oh, great," I thought to myself. "I'm dead."
"She was so happy for me," continued Sophie, "when I told her
how great it was."
"You told her how great it was?" I said, incredulous.
"Uh huh," said Sophie. "Mom actually asked me if I climaxed," she
said and then giggled. "I counted them up and told her that I came six
times. At first, it seemed really strange to be talking to my mom about this,
but after awhile it was like talking to a girlfriend! She was very impressed
with you, with the candles and everything."
I groaned to myself, thinking about facing her mom at some point
in the near future, with her knowing what I'd done to, er, with, her
daughter.
Sophie continued, her voice bubbling, "Her eyes nearly bugged out
when I told her how you tied me up and spanked me, y'know, just before
you took me from the rear."
"Oh, God, Sophie... you didn't!"
"I told her everything! She said the strangest thing, when I finished
describing what we did. Guess."
"I can't imagine," I said, my voice flat.
"She said, "I wish your dad was more imaginative." Can you
believe it?"
"No, Sophie, I'm having a hard time believing anything that's
happened today."
- o -
Jack came home shortly after noon and, with Dad out with Marion,
he talked Cathy into going upstairs with him. I thought about joining them
but felt guilty, like I would be cheating on Sophie. I thought it strange that
I felt no guilt or remorse about the incest with my sister, and only a tinge of
guilt about how we blackmailed her, but was now feeling guilty about even
thinking of sex with someone other than Sophie.
- o -
Excited about seeing Sophie again, but dreading seeing her mother,
I went over to their house Sunday afternoon. Sophie had told me that her
dad would be out playing golf and I was relieved that I wouldn't be seeing
him and risk that he'd be able to read my expression as clearly as my dad
had.
Sophie's mom met me at the door and explained that Sophie was on
the phone with her aunt, and invited me to join her in the kitchen. She got
me a coke and sat down at the table with me, beaming at me. I was quite
embarrassed but decided to be as open as possible.
"Mrs. Patterson, I---"
"Call me Joan, please, Jake," she said.
"Joan, um... I'm so embarrassed that Sophie told you about, er, the
other night."
"Oh," said Sophie's mom, turning a little red herself, "I didn't know
she had told you about our conversation. It's my turn to be embarrassed,
Jake."
"We've both learned something---Sophie's not to be trusted." We
both laughed at that, and then I asked, "Her dad... he doesn't know, does
he?"
She laughed and said, "No, he doesn't and he wont hear about it
from either of us."
"Whew," I said. "He worries me."
Joan smiled and said, "I for one think it's great that Sophie had you
as her first, um, teacher." She lowered her eyes and said after a moment,
"Can I ask you something that's kind of personal?"
"Sure, I guess," I said.
"How did you learn all that stuff, at your age?"
I paused before answering, and realized how easy it must have been
for Sophie to talk about this with her mom. Joan was so open and
interested, genuinely happy to have her daughter in love. She was young,
in her mid-thirties at most, and looked even younger with her trim body,
short red hair and lively green eyes.
"An older girl," I said, trying to keep it as close to the truth as I
could, considering the circumstances, "who had learned about sex from an
older man... he encouraged her to try everything at least once and then
decide what she liked. This girl passed on the, ah, philosophy, to me."
Joan thought about that for a while and said, "I hope this doesn't
embarrass you, talking about this stuff. But, you see, Bill and I were
married in High School. I was seventeen and one-month pregnant with
Sophie. Bill's the only man I've slept with, before or since, and he didn't
have much experience either. I'm wondering how I might encourage him
to try, um, more variety."
I had no idea and told her so. "My guess would be that most wives
dread their husbands getting, how did you put it, more variety," I said,
grinning at her.
She smiled back and said, "That's not what I meant, Jake... but...
hmmh." She didn't finish the thought but I knew where her mind was going
when she blushed. Sophie came in at that moment, plopped herself down
on my lap and kissed me.
"Hi, Jake," she said. "I didn't know you were here."
"That's okay, your mom and I were enjoying a nice talk."
"About what," she asked.
"Sex," I said, and both of them blushed. "We've also decided that
you are not to be trusted."
"That's right," echoed Joan.
"Nonsense," said Sophie, punching me on the arm. "Go back to the
sex part of the conversation... anything I should know?"
"Yes," I said, "I've decided to dump you and have an affair with
Joan."
Joan laughed at my joke but her face reddened. Sophie hit me
again and squealed.
"You've already got all the Patterson females in love with you," said
Sophie, and I remembered that her sister had a crush on me. "Isn't that
enough?"
"You're enough for any guy," I said, kissing her. "But Joan and I
were discussing how nice variety is when it comes to sex."
"Now Jake---" began Sophie's mother.
"Mom!" cried Sophie.
"It wasn't like that," said her mother, coloring even more. I laughed
as they tried to clear it up, then had to cover my head when both of them
began punching me after they concluded that I was joking at their expense.
I managed to lift Sophie off me and scramble to the other side of the table.
"You can be world-class... jerk," said Sophie, but she was laughing
and her eyes sparkled. "First my kid sister and now my mother. Love 'em
and leave 'em, is that it?"
"What's that about Angela," said her mother, her eyes losing some
of their humor, and now it was my turn to backpedal. Sophie's face broke
into a I-got-you smirk.
I sat down opposite the two of them and said, "Sophie told me that
Angela has a crush on me. Once again, it was probably something Angela
didn't want told, but with Sophie, y'know..."
"Hold it, buster," said Sophie, laughing at the way I avoided that
minefield. "Angela never told me she had a crush on you. She didn't have
to. Her eyes go all goo-goo whenever you're around."
"She's right there, Jake. It's obvious to everyone expect maybe Bill.
She adores you." She paused and her face took on a mischievous look.
She reached her hand out and held mine, and said, her voice low and sexy,
"But tell me more about the affair we're going to have... will you really
have to dump Sophie?"
Sophie laughed at her mother's boldness, and I said, "Well, you
Patterson women are a handful, if Sophie is any guide. I'm still not fully
recovered from Friday night."
"Oh, so it's you who needs recovery?" said Sophie, rubbing her
backside. "Who was it that got spanked, huh?"
I edged into the seat next to Joan and brought her hand to my lips
and kissed in, looking into her eyes. "I'm afraid she'll have to go, Joan, if
we're to have any chance."
"You...", cried Sophie, not able to find the right term to call me.
Then she broke up, laughing. I was still looking into Joan's eyes and saw a
certain longing there. Not for me, necessarily, but for something more in
her sex life with her husband. I found myself wishing that someone would
teach her husband like Cathy had taught Jack and I.
"Jesus Christ," I thought to myself, "Why not?"
Just then Angela came into the room, and stopped short when she
saw me holding her mother's hand in mine. Joan pulled her hand away and
Sophie broke out laughing, which caused Joan and I to laugh as well. Poor
Angela never knew what was going on and probably concluded that we
were all crazy.
- o -
"Let me get this straight," said Cathy that evening when I broached
the subject of the Patterson parent's woeful sex life. "You want me to
seduce Sophie's dad so that he'll do a better job fucking Sophie's mom?"
"You put that so well," I said, feeling very foolish. We were sitting
on the family room sofa, half-watching a TV show. I was wearing PJs and
Cathy a long nightshirt. Jack was upstairs studying and Marion and Dad
were in the kitchen.
"Dumb idea," I admitted. "I just... well, I think Joan, Mrs.
Patterson, is a great lady. She's more think Sophie's older sister than a
mother. And I'd like her to be happy."
"Sounds like you should fuck her," she said, only half joking. "And
she can teach her husband the new tricks. Oh, I forgot, you're a one-
woman man now that the red-headed bitch has her claws in you."
"Would you stop calling Sophie a red-headed bitch," I said,
exasperated. I knew that Cathy thought Sophie was terrific, and that it was
her little game to call her names, but it bothered me this time.
Cathy stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I haven't had you in
bed for over a week. I miss our sex."
"Come on," I said, "you and Jack fuck like rabbits. Two or three
times a week, it seems to me."
"More like daily," she said and then grinned. "But it's not the same
as when the two of you couldn't get enough of me. And Jack seems to be
getting close to that brunette hussy bitch whore Wendy. Pretty soon I
could be left with no handy cocks. I'll have to start dating jerks again, just
to get laid... and why, when I have two jerks at home?"
I paused before responding, listening carefully to identify the
sounds of conversation between Dad and Marion in the other side of the
house. Feeling relatively safe, I slid next to Cathy on the coach and
grabbed her wrists and held then in one hand, behind her back. I shoved
my free hand under her nightshirt and up against her sex. She was only
slightly moist, but got wetter as I worked a finger back and forth in her sex.
"The slut needs a hard cock, huh?" I whispered.
"Yes," she said, her lips forming a cute pout.
"Mr. Patterson has a hard cock," I said.
"I want yours," she said.
"Maybe we could work out a deal," I said, sliding a second finger
into her warm wetness. "I'll take you upstairs and fuck your brains out if
you'll think---just think about--- Mr. Patterson."
"Okay," she said, her eyes filled with lust. "I'll think about it."
- o -
During the middle of the week, when I knew that Sophie would be
at school until late afternoon, I stopped off at her house. Joan Patterson
told me that Sophie wasn't home, but invited me in anyway and offered me
a soda. Angela was home, so I suggested we sit in the backyard and talk.
"I'm been thinking about Bill," I said once we sitting on the benches
facing one another. It was a warm spring day and Joan was wearing a
cotton dress. Her slender legs were bare except for sandals at the feet.
"Oh?"
"What would you think about giving him a birthday or anniversary
present? Say, a weekend with the same girl who taught me about sex."
Joan laughed, then looked at me again and said, "You're serious!"
"Yes, I am."
"Gee, I don't know," she said, shaking her head.
"He'll be a changed man," I said.
"Yeah, he might never come back."
"He's not that big of a fool," I said, meaning it. I really liked Joan.
"You're very kind, Jake. I think we got a little out of control the
other day. It was fun joking about this, but I wouldn't have the nerve to
actually do anything."
"Why not?" I said. "It really could work. What do you think your
husband's gonna do when his beautiful wife tells him she wants more and
different sex with him... when she says that she's arranged for a young, sexy
girl to teach him a few things. He'd be nuts not to go for it."
"How young?" she said, a little jealous, I thought. "Who is she?"
"Twenty-ish," I said, "and neither you nor Bill will ever know her
identity. She's clean, free of any diseases, and very... imaginative"
"Jake, I really appreciate the thought, but..." she shook her head,
but I could tell she was intrigued. Angela came out and announced that
she was going over to a friend's house. We rose and followed her inside,
then watched as she left. Now that Sophie had pointed it out, I noticed
that Angela looked at me whenever she could, and was always smiling.
This left me alone with Joan, and we strolled into the kitchen.
"There are really only two alternatives," I said as we stood in the
kitchen. "Either we figure out how to educate your husband, or we figure
out how to educate you."
I walked slowly toward Joan and here eyes widened. "No, Jake...
don't be silly."
She took a step back, then another as I advanced. "Jake, for God's
sake, you're my daughter's boyfriend." Her back was now against the
kitchen counter, and I had her cornered. I advanced until my body pressed
up against hers, then placed my hands down on the counter on either side
of her.
"Jake!" she said, bending backwards to avoid me, but this pressed
her abdomen even harder into the growing bulge in my pants. I could see
in her eyes that she felt it too.
"Ah, Sophie," I said. "That's why I think the first plan is best. I
wouldn't be able to go along with the second option, and make love to you
myself, without Sophie's okay."
I brought my hands slowly up her arms and smiled into her flushed
face. "It's for a good cause, her parent's marital happiness, and I'm sure
she'd agree to loan me to you."
"Jake, now stop this!" she said.
My hands were now at her shoulders, and slid them over to her
slender neck, then behind, and slowly pulled her toward me.
"As much as I'm attracted to you," I said, low and soft and I eased
her face closer to mine, "I don't think it would be as good a plan." Her
eyes closed as I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her softly.
"I'd enjoy it immensely, having sex with you," I said and kissed her
again, harder this time. I kissed her again, a long, wet kiss that had us both
breathing hard when we broke. She was no longer resisting me so I
loosened my hands from behind her neck and ran the back on one hand
down her cheek. Her green eyes opened and stared at me with
desperation.
"Please... don't," she said, her voice trembling.
I firmly and quickly turned her around and pushed her up tummy up
against the counter, holding her there with a hand in the middle of her
back. Her hands braced themselves on the counter surface. I reached
under the back of her dress until I found the waistband of her panties and
yanked them down to mid-thigh.
"My guess is your husband would get suspicious when, all of the
sudden, it was *you* who began bringing new techniques and desires into
your bed," I said. My fingers found her sex and plunged inside the steamy
wetness.
"Oh, God," she cried.
"Tell me, would Bill find it unusual if his beautiful young wife knelt
before him, not in the privacy of your dimly-lit bedroom but here in the
kitchen, unbuttoned his pants and took his cock into her mouth. Would he
become suspicious when you showed him that you could take his hard cock
all the way into your tight throat?"
"Please," she cried. I had three fingers in her box, but was careful
not to overly excite her clit. She was already as hot as a firecracker.
"What could he possible think when his sweet wife begins to greet
him at the door wearing sexy lingerie... and insists that he fuck her in the
living room, bent obscenely over a chair. Would he buy your story that
you read about this in Cosmo, when you ask him to tie you up and spank
you before he fucks you?"
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
I paused to coat my thumb in her slick wetness then slid it up to her
anus. She tensed as I rubbed my thumb over her rosette. I moved my
other hand from her back around her front and grasped a breast firmly. As
I pulled her upright, toward me, I pinched her nipple through her dress and
bra and forced my thumb an inch or so into her ass.
"Oh God!" she cried.
"He wont for a minute buy the Cosmo cover-story when his wife
begs him to fuck his cock into her nasty ass, will he?" My voice was low
and husky as I spoke directly in her ear. When she moaned and didn't
answer, I repeated the question, but softer this time, almost a whisper.
"Will he believe you, Joan, that you haven't taken a lover?"
"No," she said.
"Everything I described, Joan, he'd do that with you if he knew how
wonderful it would be, for both of you. Tell me, Joan, would you like that?"
"Oh yes," she said.
"If I let you cum now, will you think about my offer? The first
one?"
"Yes... please, make me cum!"
I moved the fingers in her cunt so they rubbed against her clit while
my other hand tweaked her erect nipple. She came in just a few moments,
crying out as her climax raced through her body in waves of pleasure. I felt
a spray on my fingers as she came, just like her daughter. When she
finished, she would have collapsed on the floor if not for my bowling ball
grip of her ass and cunt. I eased my hand free and sat her gently on the
floor, her back up against a cabinet and washed myself up in the kitchen
sink.
"I'll need to know when she might be available", said Joan
Patterson, her eyes closed and her expression serene. "And how much she
will charge."
I walked over to where she was sitting, bent over and kissed the top
of her head.
"I'll call you tonight."
Chapter Eight - "Sophie's Choice"
I was quite worried about what I had done to and with Joan
Patterson. I'd intended to just tease her into supporting my proposal that
her husband and Cathy get together by emphasizing that the logical
alternative was an affair with her daughter's sixteen year-old boyfriend. Or
a dull sex life. But my passions got out of control and I practically
assaulted her in her kitchen, and now I was stuck.
Stuck because I had not yet really convinced Cathy to do it. Now
that it was more real, and I had to come up with a plan in order to convince
her to go through with it, I found myself thinking through the details of
how this might work. I was stumped. I was pretty sure that Bill Patterson
had never met Cathy, and wouldn't know her as my sister, but I knew it
would be folly to assume he wouldn't meet her in the future. If it happened
and Joan and Bill ever talked about all of this it would be easy for them to
put two and two together and conclude that my sister and I had had an
incestuous affair.
Cathy would have to be disguised, I concluded. But how? I finally
decided to bring Jack into my confidence and it turned out he had some
good ideas.
"Her eyes are really quite distinctive. I'd start there, and get her
some contact lenses that change her eye color from blues to brown or gray.
Then I'd pay attention to hair and her dress. If she's gonna be bumping and
grinding with this guy for a whole weekend, you can forget a wig. I'd just
have her dye her hair, not so different that dad will go nuts... just slightly
lighter, maybe. And she could wear it in a different style just for that
weekend. She dresses like a seventeen year-old high school student, and
you want her to look older. Maybe she could borrow one of Marion's
business suits... yeh, that's it, I don't think I'd recognize Cathy in a business
suit and heels."
"But, Jack, the business suit is gonna be on for how long?"
"Good point," said Jack, laughing. "But I still think it would work.
If this guy ever meets Cathy, say six months from now, dressed as she
usually is, with her bright blue eyes, there's no way he'd know she was the
girl who fucked his brains out."
I felt much better having sketched this out with Jack. I moved on
to finding a place that they could stay and flipped through the yellow
pages. I found an Inn that was advertised as romantic with separate
bungalows "for that get away weekend." I called them up and got all the
information. After a second set of calls I found an optometrist with non-
prescription "theatrical" contact lenses, and they could fit her in less than
an hour.
I brought all this to Cathy and found her as skeptical as I feared.
After discussing it and pleading with her for ninety minutes she finally
agreed on the condition that I grant her 10 "whatevers". She defined a
"whatever" as a promise that if there was ever a time she wanted something
from me, and I was physically able to do it, I must. We also settled on a
$250 cost to the Patterson's for her services.
"Now when you call me a whore, you'll be accurate."
- o -
But what about Sophie? I was concerned that she and her mother
would talk, given their very close relationship. Would Joan tell Sophie that
I had trapped her against the kitchen counter and brought her to a
screaming orgasm with my fingers in her cunt and ass? I was dead if she
did.
With some trepidation, I went over there on Friday night for our
date. I walked because Cathy was using her car. Sophie had arranged to
borrow the family sedan, so we wouldn't have to walk downtown. Our
loose plan was to grab a bite to eat and see a movie.
Angela let me in, and nearly swooned when I said, "My
goodness, Angela, those eighth-grade boys must be going out of their minds
over you."
"Oh, but they're so... immature," she said, her eyes beaming. She
led me into the kitchen where I found Bill, Joan and Ralph finishing up
their dinner. Bill lectured me good naturedly about driving carefully with
their car and daughter. Ralph took that opportunity to escape, probably to
go play Nintendo or something. I glanced at Joan a couple of times,
furtively, and found her watching me with her usual attentive expression,
but with an expression of self-satisfied humor.
"She's enjoying my discomfort," I thought to myself.
"Let me clear the table," said Joan and I quickly offered to help,
preferring the mundane chores to sitting with Bill and finding safe things to
talk about. I was also looking for an opportunity to slip Joan a note that
laid out the details of my proposal. After a few minutes Bill left the kitchen
and I was alone with Mrs. Patterson.
"Am I safe?" she asked, her lips curved into a sly smile.
"Yes," I said, then whispered conspiratorially, "too many people
around, and you're wearing pants."
Joan laughed softly and asked, "Do you have the info I need. I
want to spring it on him tonight."
I pulled the note from my pocket and gave it to her, and she had
just enough time to tuck it into her rear pocket before Sophie came in. I
kicked myself for not asking Joan if she had told Sophie about the other
day.
- o -
Eating pizza at one of our favorite hangouts, Sophie asked me,
"Have you made any plans for our next... y'know, time together."
"Not really," I said, and then admitted that I'd been distracted of
late.
"Then you wont mind if I take some initiative," she said, her eyes
sparkling.
"Heavens, no," I said.
In her parent's wagon, she directed me in the opposite direction to
the movie theater, but wouldn't tell me where we were going. It was a
beautiful, mild spring night, and Sophie was dressed in a short-sleeved
blouse and Levis. After ten minutes of driving, following her directions,
we pulled into a parking spot across the street from the largest park in
Charlottesville. Sophie opened the trunk and directed me to carry the two
blankets that were there. She pulled out a large shoulder bag.
It was just after dark when we entered the park. I'd been here
several times before, but it was clear that Sophie knew it much better. She
led us on a ten-minute walk along various paths until she pulled out a
flashlight from her bag and turned it on.
"Yes," she said, excitement in her voice. "This is the place."
Leading with the flashlight, Sophie went off the path and through
some bushes, following a narrow gap in the greenery.
"Where are you taking us," I said, whispering.
"I found this spot by accident awhile ago," came Sophie's voice, "in
daylight, obviously." We came out of the dense shrubbery into a small
clearing, perhaps twenty feet by thirty. The ground was grassy and
relatively flat. A large elm tree rose from one side of the clearing, and the
moon light filtered through its branches to give the space an eerie feeling.
"I want to make love to you here," said Sophie.
We laid out the blankets, one on top of the other and quickly
discarded our clothes. Aside from some background noise of insects, it
was very quiet and I could hear the sound of Sophie's removing her clothes
and then the sound of her breathing as I stepped nude onto the blankets. I
moved toward the dark shape a few feet away and soon had my arms
wrapped around Sophie's body and my mouth on hers. Standing in a close
embrace, her erect nipples pressing into my chest, my cock hard against her
belly, we kissed for several minutes. My hands slid down to her ass and I
held firmly to the flesh of her ass while we kissed.
"Fuck me," she said when we broke. "I want your cock in me,
now."
We dropped to our knees, kissing again, then I laid her on her back.
She urged me on with her hands and words, wanting my cock in her
quickly, as I felt in the darkness for her sex, and found it hot, wet and
open. Holding my cock in one hand, I managed to find her again in the dim
light and position the head up against her pussy. As I adjusted my self over
her, preparing to enter her, her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me
forward. I barely managed to fall on my elbows, instead of fully on Sophie,
as my cock bottomed out in her incredibly tight cunt.
"Yessssss," she cried.
"Jesus," I said, my head swimming from her urgency and the
incredible feeling of my cock in her cunt.
"Fuck me, Jake... hard!"
I did as she wanted, driving my cock into her as fast as her tightness
would allow, feeling telling sensations begin to build in my balls almost
immediately, warning me that I was losing control and would cum very
quickly. Sophie's hips were rotating beneath me, pushing back against me
as I fucked her, and I gave up any attempt to postpone the inevitable.
"I'm gonna cum!" I cried and pounded even harder into her
churning, vice-like cunt.
"Yes... cum in me, now!"
I managed another six or eight thrusts before the cum raced from
my balls, down my cock and into Sophie's womb. I was relieved when
Sophie cried out almost immediately and came, her cunt releasing it's own
ejaculate against my cock and balls... throbbing, gripping, spasming around
my driving cock.
- o -
"I'm concerned about my mother," said Sophie. It was five minutes
or so since the fireworks of our furious quickie fuck had concluded. My
half-hard cock was still buried in her cunt, and we'd been talking quietly in
the dim light, kissing, and enjoying the post-coital intimacy. Her last
comment caught me off guard, and my cock jerked in her sex.
"How should I take that," she said and then giggled. "I mention my
mother and your cock comes alive."
I deflected that one with, "The question is, why are you talking
about Joan when I've got my cock in your cunt?"
She rotated her hips a bit, and my cock stiffened some more.
"Hmmm, that's nice," she purred. After a minute she said, "My
mom's kinda sexy, don't you think."
"She's my second favorite Patterson," I said, but my cock betrayed
me and jerked anew in Sophie's sex.
Sophie laughed softly and said, "Don't worry. I know you like her
a lot and I would be shocked if your imaginative mind hadn't thought about
fucking her."
The moon had risen and my eyes were more accustom to the light.
I looked down into Sophie's face and said, "Guilty as charged."
"That's my point, Jake. She's still young, very pretty, in great
shape... I can't figure out why my dad doesn't... isn't more active...
atentive"
"Might he be having an affair?"
"I thought about that. No, I don't think so."
"Well maybe... maybe he's got her up on a pedestal... she's the
mother of his children and he can't reconcile that with a woman who wants
and enjoys sex. Or maybe they've just never been exposed to great sex."
Sophie was silent for a minute and I realized that my elbows were
getting a bit sore holding my weight up off Sophie. I rolled the two of us
on our sides but Sophie surprised me and kept rolling until she was on top
of me. In no hurry now she began riding my cock, slowly. I put my hands
behind me head and watched her in the moonlight. Her large breasts
swayed as she moved, the dark nipples moving in small circles.
"This is gonna sound strange," she said. I listened for more but
could hear only her breathing in the night, and the wet sounds of our union.
Finally she said, "I think you should have an affair with mom."
I was stunned to say the least. Speechless. I had threatened her
mother with just this and even led her to believe that Sophie would
approve. But it was mostly a bluff to get her support for my plan for Bill
and Cathy.
"You still there," asked Sophie when I didn't respond.
"I'm here," I said. "Just stunned, I guess."
"Think about it," she said, then was silent for the next five minutes
as she rode me, slowly at first and then with increasing speed, until at the
end she was bouncing hard and fast on my cock. I reached my hands up
and found her breasts, then her nipples, and held them between my
forefinger and thumb as she rode me through a long orgasm then collapsed
on top of me.
"What sex haven't we tried?" she asked later. We were lying
together like spoons on the blankets, my front to her back, my cock nestled
against her ass.
"Remember when I tied you up, and you made me spank you before
you obeyed?" I asked, stroking her thigh.
"Uh huh," she said. "That was nice."
"Mmmm," I said. "That's called domination and submission, or d&s
for short. It can be done either way, with the man or woman as the 'top' or
the dominant one. The 'bottom' is the sex slave for the other."
"Okay. I'll give that a nine point five."
"Nine point five?"
"On the Sophie Patterson scale of interest," she explained. "One to
ten."
"Which way, top or bottom?" I asked.
"I'd like to try both, Jake. I know I like being tied up."
"And spanked," I added.
"Not too hard, though," she said and snuggled up against me. "Go
on... what else?"
"There's anal sex, Sophie. That's where I fuck you in the ass." My
cock was wedged between her ass and thighs, and it jerked as I said this.
"You've tried this?" she asked. "I'm not gonna ask you if you want
to try it with me... your cock tells me you do."
"I have tried it, and I want to introduce you to it. I think you'll like
it."
"I liked it when you put your finger there... But, to be honest, Jake,
I can't imagine your cock fitting there. It's gotta hurt."
"Let's give it a one on your scale, and we'll try it when we have the
time to do it right. If it turns out you don't like it, that'll be fine."
"It's a deal. What else?"
"The d&s stuff is an example of game-playing. I've found it very
erotic to play parts before and during sex."
"Yes," said Sophie, "Nine point oh."
"Let me think... In the interest of time, given that it's after ten
o'clock and you're expected home by eleven, I focused on the sex that's
possible between one man and one woman," I said. "I skipped over
homosexual sex, three-ways, four-ways and all that."
"Three-ways, huh?" she said. "Would you share me with another
man?"
"Another woman maybe," I teased and she laughed. I added, "you
and the other women could lick each other while I recovered."
Sophie sighed and then giggled. "But if it was another man, I could
fuck him while you recovered."
I playfully slapped her on the ass and she chuckled. I moved
Sophie onto her front and moved behind her. She got on all fours and I
positioned my cock at her cunt and pushed it in.
"Maybe we should both have an affair with your mom," I said, after
a few minutes of fucking her. "In this position, you could eat your mom's
pussy while I fuck you."
"You're sick," she said but her hips pushed against me and rotated
as I fucked her.
"Oh, yeah?" I said and then reminded her that it was she who
brought up the idea of me fucking her mom.
"And when we do try anal sex," I continued, "and I'm behind you
like this, fucking your tight ass... Joan can lie beneath you and lick your
pussy." I remembered how hard Cathy had cum when Jack and I double-
teamed her in just that way.
"Mmmm," she said. "Not even you... could get my mother... to do
that... suck her daughter's... pussy... and watch you fuck... her ass"
"I think all you Patterson's underestimate your mother's sex drive,"
I said, remembering how hard she had cum when I had my fingers in her
pussy, my thumb up her ass, and my other hand squeezing her breast.
"She'll do it," I said, then concentrated on fucking Sophie, driving
my cock into her cunt with increasing speed until we both came together.
Chapter Nine - "The Plan Comes Together"
I got a call from Joan Patterson Saturday afternoon.
"He went for it," she said after introductions.
"No kidding? That's great!"
"Not only that," she said, "we had the best sex in years last night."
She giggled and added, "and this morning."
"That's terrific," I said. She told me she had made reservations in
Bill's name at the Inn for the following weekend. We discussed some
additional details and tied up the loose ends.
"Do you forgive me for what I did to you," I asked, referring to my
assault on her ass and cunt in her kitchen.
"Yes," she said, "but only 'cause I know your heart's pure."
I laughed and said, "You should know me better than that. It took
a superhuman effort on my part not to, ah, take you right then."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "And my point remains,
you could have fucked me," she emphasized the term that I had been too
polite to name, "but you didn't."
"I may still," I said. I heard a sharp intake of breath on the phone
and dropped the bombshell. "Sophie wants me to have an affair with you."
"No!" said Joan.
"Yes," I said. "She's worried about you... about you and Bill."
"Did you tell her about Bill? What we're up to?"
"No, maybe I should," I said.
There was a long pause before she said, "Maybe you shouldn't."
My cock stiffened in my pants as I considering the implications of
what she was saying. She wanted to keep Sophie in the dark about our
plan so that she'd allow or even encourage Joan and I to have sex.
"I think I see your point," I said after a brief delay.
"Good," she said. "How did you respond when Sophie suggested
we have an affair?"
"I admitted that I wanted to fuck you," I said, "but she knew that
already."
"She did, huh," said Joan.
"Yes," I said. "While we were talking I had my cock buried in your
daughter's cunt, and every time she mentioned your name... well, she could
feel my reaction."
"My goodness, Jake," she said. "You think of me while you fuck
my daughter?"
"Not usually, no," I said. "But she brought you up."
Joan laughed and said, "I'm crestfallen. But you haven't answered
my question---how did you respond."
"Right then, I told her I'd think about it. Later... it came up again."
"Oh?"
"I should set the scene. Sophie was asking about all the different
kinds of sex, including three-ways. Sophie was intrigued with having
another man and I was teasing her about wanting another women to join
us. Anyway, we began fucking again---"
"Which way," interrupted Joan, her voice unsteady.
I smiled to myself and decided to embellish the story. "Sophie was
on all fours and I was behind her, fucking your daughter like a dog."
"Oh!" said Sophie's mom.
"Real hard, just slamming my cock into her cunt... rutting into her...
feeling the walls of her cunt pulse around my cock as I fucked her like a
bitch in heat."
I paused and heard Joan's breathing in the phone.
"And?" said Joan after a delay.
"And I told her how she could be eating a woman's cunt while I
fuck her, or how another woman could lie beneath her and eat Sophie's
cunt while I fucked Sophie's ass."
"Oh, God!" cried Joan.
"I suggested that the other woman be you, Joan. I told Sophie that
I wanted the two of us to have an affair with you."
I heard a sharp intake of breath and gently put the phone back on
the hook, ending the call.
- o -
I had Sophie over for an early afternoon supper at my house on
Sunday. Jack and Cathy were there as was Dad and Marion. For the first
time ever, Marion had spent the night and she had that unmistakable well-
fucked look when she came down for breakfast. Cathy and Jake had
fucked as well, I was sure.
"I'm the only guy one who didn't get laid last night," I thought to
myself and hoped that I could find some relief with Sophie later in the day.
The supper was a big hit, all of us talking and laughing. Marion and dad
seemed much more relaxed now that the sex part of their relationship didn't
need to be hidden.
"So, when are you two getting married," asked Sophie as we sat
around after finishing the meal, drinking coffee.
"I might ask the same question to you, young lady," said my dad in
his best imitation of himself talking to a criminal suspect.
Sophie handled it very well. "You're just as bad as Jake is, always
trying to escape giving a straight answer. Is this in the family genes?"
"Well, it's not in my genes," offered Marion.
"Do tell," said Sophie.
Marion learned toward Sophie and whispered, but all of us could
hear. "He's too set in his ways to ask me. That's my guess. He knows I'll
say yes, and move all my stuff in here, and he'll have to share his bedroom
and bathroom with a woman. Really old guys like Jerry here have a hard
time changing with the times." Marion's voice took on a southern drawl as
she concluded, "He'd rather just compromise my sweet, previously un-
blemished reputation my having me on the side."
My father broke out laughing and we all joined in. When the
laughter ended he got up from his chair and knelt on one knee next to
Sophie. He took her hand in his, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
"My dear Marion..." he began.
"Wrong girl," said Sophie, giggling. Dad made a big show of his
mistake, muttered that his eyes were going in his old age, then knelt next to
Marion.
"My dear Marion," he began, again, his voice grave and serious.
"Yes, dear?"
I for one expected him to ask her to take out the trash or something
but he surprised me and said, "Would you end my sufferin' by agreein' to
accept this humble and heartfelt offer of marriage."
Watching Marion's face, I could tell she was surprised as well.
"Would you agree to become my wife?" This was offered in his
usual tone of voice. He wasn't kidding.
Marion paused for just a second before saying, "Shit yes, Jerry."
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Marion, you know my rules about not
swearing in front of the kids."
Bedlam ensued, as we all rushed to congratulate the two of them.
- o -
Sophie and I managed to sneak up into my room a half-hour later,
while dad and Marion poured over the real estate section, scanning for
possible new homes. They decided very quickly that it would be difficult
to fit Marion and her daughter Jessica in our current house. I gave Jack the
signal and led Sophie upstairs.
"I've been thinking about our conversation the other night," she said
while we tore off our clothes. We had no time to waste and with ninety
seconds of entering the room and locking the door, Sophie was on her back
on my twin bed and I was easing my cock into her wetness.
"That narrows it down to about two hundred things," I said after
driving to the hilt in her steamy cunt.
I looked into her face and saw her blush. "Y'know, three-ways."
"Oh," I said, sliding my cock back and forth inside her.
Sophie blushed again, sighed, then said, "What about him?" She
motioned with her head to Jack's empty bed on the other side of the room.
"You want to fuck my brother?" I said and she blushed furiously. I
repeated the question again and punctuated it with a particularly brutal
lunge into her cunt.
"Ahhh... well, I was just thinking."
I smiled at her and said, "I can't see what you see in him."
Sophie laughed and began moving her hips, pushing back,
squirming deliciously while I steadily fucked into her.
"I'd rather our first three-way be with your mom," I said, and kissed
her long and hard.
"I don't see what... you see in her," panted Sophie when we broke
off the kiss.
"Mmmm," I said. "I want to fuck her, as you well know. But I'd
also love to see mother and daughter... head to tail... sucking each other's
pussies."
"Jake!" she said, "there's no way... she'd do that."
"What about you? Would you like to go down on your mother's
pussy? I could show you how, and show her how to eat you out."
"Oh, God, Jake... just fuck me... cum in me," she cried.
She was close to the edge but I slowed and stopped. I grabbed her
hands in mine and held them over her head.
"I'll make you a deal," I said. "I'll arrange a three-way with Jack.
We'll both take turns fucking and sucking you until you beg us to stop."
Her eyes went big and she said, "Really?"
"Uh huh," I said.
Her eyes narrowed and she frowned, "And you want me to talk my
mom into fucking both of us." Her excitement dimmed.
"No," I said, and she perked up again. "I'll talk your mom into it.
You just support me when I talk to her."
"And if she says no... when she says no."
"Then I'll thank you for trying and Jack and I will fuck your brains
out."
"It's a deal," she said. "Now, if you don't mind... I want you to fill
my pussy with your cum."
- o -
Before Marion left to pick up her daughter later in the day, Cathy
approached her with some excuse to borrow one of her business suits for
the following weekend. Marion said yes, of course, and suggested she
come over to her apartment mid-week to try them on and choose some
accessories.
Originally quite skeptical about "training" Bill Patterson, Cathy now
thought of it as an exciting adventure. She and Jack had added a few
things to her disguise. Jack was a drama fan, often in various plays and
musicals at school, and coached her on posture and gait. Instead of Cathy's
normal relaxed way of sitting, standing and walking, Jake had her walking
around the house with a plate on her head until she was used to keeping
her back very straight while she walked. He lengthened her stride at the
same time, making her gait very purposeful. Cathy's contribution was to
dye her dirty-blond pubic hair a little darker, to a medium brown. When
seen in combination with her hair, dyed even blonder than it naturally was,
anyone would assume that she was a natural brown-haired girl.
She had also purchased some sexy lingerie from Victoria's secret,
and was scripting how she'd use the twenty-eight hours she'd have with her
pupil from Saturday noon to sometime Sunday afternoon.
In the week prior to that Saturday, Jack got quite a workout from
Cathy, as she thought through her upcoming scenes with Bill and wanted
to rehearse them with Jack. I got drafted twice, as Cathy used two of the
"whatevers" I had agreed to pay her in exchange for her training of Bill.
The first time Cathy practiced stripping in front of me, down to garters,
stockings and a half bra, then climbed on my chair, her knees balanced on
her cushioned arms, and had me eat her out while I finger-fucked her ass.
The second time she had me blind-folded, and rode on top of me while she
verbally described a half-dozen sexy vignettes, and asked me [as Bill] to
describe how I might set up the same feeling and excitement with Joan. I
lasted only through the second one---a tale of piracy on the open sea,
where a high-born woman is abducted and raped repeatedly by the pirate
leader---before cuming in Cathy's cunt.
"I guess six is too many," she said after my cock had finished
emptying its load in her cunt.
- o -
"When can we do it?" I asked Sophie about seducing her mother
into a three-way. It was Wednesday, and we were walking home from
school.
"I'm still pretty sure she wont go for it," said Sophie.
In actuality, I had called Joan the night before and talked her into it.
I could tell from both Sophie and Joan that the idea of having sex with each
other was both exciting and uncomfortable. Joan had agreed only because
that was my condition for fucking her. Sophie had agreed because she
wanted me to get Jack signed up for a three-way, and she still believed that
her mother was too straight-laced to go through with it.
"But as it happens my dad is away this weekend, to a golf school,"
said Sophie. I knew from Joan that she and Bill had agreed on this cover
story, and that they had casually told their kids last night.
"That leaves Ralph and dear, sweet Angela," I said and Sophie
whacked me on the shoulder.
"Is she next, Jake?" she said, her voice radiating anger but her eyes
were sparkling.
"Let's worry about Joan Patterson, not Angela," I said.
"You're being evasive again," she said.
"As are you," I countered. "Back to my questions. How do we get
your siblings out of the house for Saturday night, so we can spring this on
Joan? Start with Ralph."
"Oh, Ralph's easy," she said. She went on to explain that his best
friend had a super-big TV attached to the latest video game system and
that Ralph was always begging to sleep over. She agreed to suggest to
Ralph that he set it up.
"And Angela," I said. As it happened, we were maybe a hundred
yards from Sophie's house and Angela was out in front with a girlfriend.
They had their backpacks at their feet, having just come home from junior
high, and were talking. Angela's still-boyish body and lemon sized tits drew
my attention as we approached.
"What are we going to do to get that sweet piece of jail-bait out of
the house so I don't have to fuck three Patterson cunts?" I said in a
conversational tone.
"You try to fuck my thirteen-year old sister, buster, and I'll cut your
cock off with a dull knife," she said this is a breezy tone, smiling, as we
approached.
"Party pooper," I said under my breath.
"Hi, Jake," bubbled Angela, who then introduced me to her friend.
"Hi, babe," I said to Angela, who blushed. I then said hello to her
friend and shook her hand.
We went into the house, and Sophie excused herself to find Ralph.
I helped myself to a coke and sat in the kitchen. Angela came in a moment
later and got her own soda and sat down with me.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"Just hanging," I said, looking into the familiar Patterson-green eyes
of this girl who had such a crush on me, and would probably jump off a
cliff if I asked. That thought gave me an idea.
"Angela, hon, I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor."
"Anything," she said.
"Well... I don't get a chance to spend much time here with your
sister and, y'know, talk and... everything."
"But you're here all the time," she said, missing my point.
"I mean... alone," I said, then added, "I'm sure you like to have time
to hang with your boy friends, without having other people around to...
y'know... talk."
Her face flushed then she quickly covered it with a serious
expression, wanting to come across as more mature than thirteen. She
knew I didn't want to be alone with Sophie just to talk, but her desire to
please me overcame her jealousy for her sister.
"I know exactly what you mean, Jake," she said.
"I was hoping you could find some excuse to be away this Saturday
night... maybe stay over at a girlfriends house?"
Her face took on a thoughtful expression and, on an impulse, I
added, "I didn't suggest that you spend the night at a boyfriends house
'cause I dug what you said the other day... that boys your age are
immature. Girl's mature so much faster." As I was saying this last
comment I let my eyes drop to her cute little breasts then back up
into her face.
She blushed furiously and I pretended not to notice and took a long
swallow of my drink.
"I'll spent the night at Carolyn's house, Jake," she said after
recovering her composure.
I covered her hand in mine and said, "Gee, that's great Angela."
Angela pulled her hand out from under mine as she heard someone
approaching.
- o -
Saturday morning was filled with excitement at my house. Jack had
taken a personal interest in helping get Cathy ready. He'd carefully
trimmed her nut-brown pubic hair, and shaved it so it was a neat triangle
just above her lips. After her morning bowel movement, he gave her an
enema to better prepare her for Bill's early afternoon lesson in anal sex.
She dressed in stockings, garter and half-bra, panties that snapped open at
the crotch, high heels, a pink blouse and Marion's navy blue suit. Black
opal earrings and a matching necklace completed the outfit. Cathy didn't
wear makeup as a rule but had a subtle shade of lipstick and had donned
eyeliner and a bit of eyeshade as well.
I saw her only after she was dressed and made up, and was
astonished at the makeover. She looked like she was in her low-to-mid-
twenties, instead of seventeen, and with her hair colored and styled
differently, and her eyes a different color, I would not have have
recognized her as Cathy. She was also as sexy as hell. She wasn't cute and
sexy, like she normally was, and she wasn't whorish and sexy, as she could
be at times. She was elegant, understated but still incredibly sexy.
I dropped her off at a downtown hotel, and drove around and
waited until she exited at the revolving doors on the other side. She
signaled the doorman and he rushed to hail a cab, and Cathy strode
purposely up to it, swung her small overnight bag off her shoulder and
stepped into the open door of the cab. The doorman and every other male
in the vicinity stopped and stared as this elegantly dressed woman tucked
her shapely legs into the cab.
Then she was gone.
- o -
I arrived at the Patterson's house in mid-afternoon. I left my
overnight bag in the car. Sophie knew about tonight but probably still
doubted if Joan would go for it. Joan had agreed but didn't know it was set
for tonight.
Ralph had already left when I got there as, of course, had Bill. Joan
was out grocery shopping and Sophie was showering when I arrived.
Angela was packed for spending the night at her friend's house, and I
volunteered to drive her over. We hopped into my car and I started the
engine.
"I really appreciate this, Angela."
"No problem, Jake," she said, then added, "are you and Sophie
gonna, y'know, have sex?"
"Is this a private conversation?" I asked.
"Yes, absolutely," she said, and crossed herself.
"Yes, I think so... if we can get your mom out of the house, maybe
to a movie or something."
"You've done it before... with Sophie."
"Yes, several times, Angela."
"Oh." She was silent while we pulled out and began driving across
town to her friends house.
"I like you alot, Jake," she said when we were stopped at a traffic
light.
"I know you do. And I think you're terrific. It bothers you, doesn't
it, that I'm crazy in love with your sister."
"Yes... I guess it does," she said.
"And it bothers you that I might be making love to Sophie tonight...
instead of you."
"Uh huh," she said. The light turned green and I drove on.
"Do you think I'm too young?" she asked.
"Probably," I said. "But it depends on the person. You'll know
when you're ready, when you find the right guy."
"I've found him," she said, with surprising conviction. I glanced
over and she had a shy smile on her face. "Trouble is, he's in love with my
big ugly sister."
I laughed. The rest of the trip was uneventful, until we got to her
friend's house. I put the car in park and turned to say good-bye and found
to my surprise that Angela had moved over on the bench seat and her face
was no more than an inch or two from mine. She moved quickly in and
kissed me, her lips spreading mine and her tongue sliding inside. In the
middle of this long, wet, thrilling kiss she dropped her hand in my lap and
left my growing bulge.
"Thought so," she said when she broke the kiss. Smiling, she said
good-bye, hopped out of the car and dashed down the driveway and in.
Chapter Ten - "Mother and Daughter"
When I returned to the Patterson's house I found Sophie in the
kitchen helping Joan put away a dozen bags of groceries. I pitched in and
we quickly finished. Joan poured three glasses of iced tea and we went out
to the patio to drink them. It was a warm spring day, and Joan was
wearing shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. Sophie had on a sun dress and had
her freshly washed hair wrapped in a towel.
"I figured with the kids off tonight, maybe we could grill salmon
steaks for dinner," said Joan. "Or do you two have plans?"
"We have plans, Joan, but the salmon sounds great," I said. I took
a breath then added, "We figured, what with the kids and Bill gone tonight,
that Sophie and I would introduce you to some interesting sex."
Joan shot a glance at Sophie then looked back at me. After several
seconds of thought she said, "I should have known... Ralph and Angela
sleeping over at friends' houses the same night that Bill is off, er, golfing,,,
you planned all this, didn't you Jake?"
"Guilty as charged," I said.
She glanced at Sophie again and blushed.
"The ground rules are, you have to agree to make love to both of
us," I said. "Not just me."
Mother and daughter looked at each other, their faces red. After an
awkward moment Joan said, "I'll do it, if you will Sophie."
Sophie's eyes widened, and she reddened further. "Um, sure," the
surprise in her voice clear.
Joan excused herself to take a shower, and I took the opportunity
to come clean with Sophie, explaining the weekend we had set up for her
father.
"Jesus Christ, you are one devious, scheming son-of-a-bitch," she
said when I had finished, but her tone was one of admiration.
- o -
I got my overnight bag from the car and Sophie and I went upstairs
and entered the master bedroom. We could hear the shower running in the
attached bathroom. I told Sophie to get undressed and quickly got out of
my own clothes. I got a bottle of scented oil from my bag and told Sophie
to lie face down on the king-sized bed. I straddled her on the bed and
warmed the oil in my hands before applying it to her back and rubbing it in.
I massaged the muscles of her neck, shoulders and upper back, then did
each of her arms in turn.
The water was turned off in the bathroom as I eased myself lower,
now sitting on Sophie's upper thighs, and began oiling and massaging her
mid- and lower-back. I was working the oil and my fingers into the white
flesh of Sophie's ass cheeks when the bathroom door opened and Joan
came out.
"Oh my," she said.
"Hi there," I said and glanced over. She was dressed in a robe, tied
loosely enough that I could see most of her legs through the gap below,
and the swell of her breasts above. Her hand was covering her mouth in
surprise as she looked from me to the glistening body of her daughter
beneath me. I moved off of Sophie and knelt next to her and poured more
oil into my hands then began massaging it into her thighs and legs. When I
next looked up I found Joan next to the bed, staring down at Sophie's
body.
"She's beautiful, isn't she," I said and hopped off the bed. Joan
nodded and her eyes slowly left her daughter and went to me, immediately
down to the mostly hard cock jutting straight out from my body.
"You're... huge," she said.
As I walked toward her, my cock pointing the way, her eyes
remained on my cock until I stopped two feet from her. I saw her eyes
come up slowly as she took in my body and then looked into my face. Her
expression was one of excitement mixed with uncertainty.
I reached out and held the bathrobe tie in my hand and pulled in
slowly until the loose knot unraveled and the robe fell open. I pushed the
robe off her shoulders and it fell to a heap at her feet. Her breasts were
much smaller than Sophie's but stood firm and proud from her chest,
capped by long, stiff, rose-colored nipples. There was little evidence in her
narrow waist or softly rounded stomach that this thirty-three year-old
woman had given birth to three children. The patch of hair at the union of
her slender thighs was neatly trimmed and finer, silkier than her daughter's.
Her legs were perfectly shaped.
"You're beautiful," I said, quietly, then took her in my arms and
kissed her softly. My cock was trapped between our bodies, a hard
reminder of what was to come, as I kissed her. My hands slipped around
her and held her ass as our tongues explored each other's mouths.
"Will you join us?" I asked when we broke, then led her to the
edge of the bed where she sat. I climbed back up on the bed and finished
oiling Sophie legs, massaging the muscles of her calves while she half-
dozed.
"Turn over, Sophie. I want to do your front."
Sophie exhaled, sleepily, and began to rise. Then she seemed to
change her mind and lowered herself back down.
"Make me," she said.
I smiled at Joan and said, "I may need your help." Joan climbed up
on the bed and we got on either side of Sophie. I spanked her first, leaving
a hand print on Sophie's left cheek, then nodded to Joan who promptly
swatted the other cheek. We didn't spank her very hard, but continued
taking turns spanking her until Sophie's husky voice called out to stop. My
this point her ass was pink and quite warm to the touch.
She began to rise but I put my hand on her back, and said to Joan,
"Check her for me, Joan. Is our little slut wet?"
Joan blushed but reached her hand between Sophie's spread thighs
and announced that she was. When she pulled her hand out I held onto
Joan's wrist and brought her fingers to me mouth and licked off the wet
evidence of Sophie's excitement.
"You can turn over now," I said to Sophie, slapping her ass hard.
Sophie winced but obeyed, and Joan stared with undisguised curiosity at
the Sophie's body.
"Help me do her front," I suggested. Joan held a hand out and I
poured oil in it, then it my own. Joan began at Sophie's feet, and I at her
neck, and we began massaging the oil into her body. Sophie's eyes opened
and she smiled at me before taking an audible breath and closing her eyes
to concentrate on the sensations of four hands probing and massaging her
body. I skipped over Sophie's breasts and did her stomach before returning
to the melon-sized breasts at about the same time Joan was working her
fingers into Sophie's upper thighs and hips. After finishing Sophie's
breasts, her nipples were fully erect and she was breathing heavily. I slid
one hand down and covered one of Joan's with it, then slid our two hands
down the valley of Sophie's red pubic hair and over her cunt. I heard
Sophie moan softly as two of her mother's finger slipped inside.
I edged down until I was opposite Joan, our faces inches away, and
forced two of my own fingers into Sophie's hot snatch. Joan and I kissed
as our fingers played in Sophie's cunt. After a minute I pulled our fingers
out and brought hers up to my mouth and in to suck the juices. I held
Joan's eyes in mine as I brought my juice-covered fingers up to Joan's lips.
Her lips parted and my fingers eased inside, and it was very erotic to watch
her suck them clean, tasting the juices of her daughter.
After my fingers were clean I edged up the bed and motioned for
Joan to join me. When she was in position, kneeling on the other side of
Sophie's head, I lifted myself off my haunches so my cock jutted out
toward Joan, directly over Sophie's face.
"Lick and suck my cock, Joan. Prepare me to fuck your daughter."
Joan took my cock in her hands, feeling it, stroking it, before
lowering her head and licking the head. I noticed that Sophie's eyes were
open now, wide, as she watched her mother's tongue slide down my shaft.
Joan was not very experienced with oral sex, and I suggested she take the
head into her mouth. As Joan's lips opened wide and slid over the head of
my cock, Sophie began coaching.
"That's good, mom... tickle the underside of the head with your
tongue... that drives him crazy... suck him hard now... yes... continue
sucking while you take him deeper... now back..."
I had to pull her eager mouth off my cock after a minute or so of
this or else I'd be in no shape to last through a fuck.
"This was great, Joan," I said and kissed her. "It's your choice,
how would you like me to fuck your daughter?"
"You're gonna fuck her now?" she asked, enjoying the use of that
term.
We kissed again, then she said, "I'd like to watch you fuck her in
the ass."
I was surprised by this and heard a sharp intake of breath from
Sophie.
"I actually haven't done that yet, with Sophie," I said. "Maybe we
will, after dinner... It takes a bit of preparation."
"Okay," she said. "Is Bill gonna do that, with the girl?"
I glanced at the clock and recalled Cathy's plan for her first day
with Bill Patterson. "Yes," I said. "In fact, he's already fucked her up the
ass at least once and maybe twice by now."
Joan kissed me again, hard, and I knew that she was quite excited
by the idea of anal sex.
"Okay, flip her over and fuck her from behind," said Joan. She
helped me turn Sophie over and I knelt behind her while Sophie got to her
hands and knees.
"C'mere," I said to Joan, and she crawled down and knelt next to
Sophie, where she had a good view of my cock and Sophie's gaping sex.
"Put it in," I said, "put my cock in your daughter's cunt."
My cock was pointing at a forty- five degree angle, and Joan
grasped it and aimed it at Sophie's sex while I edged forward. Joan
managed a direct hit, and my cock head slipped into her daughter's cunt.
Joan didn't want to let go as I pushed forward; instead she slid her hand to
the base of my cock. With her hand there I could only get about six inches
into Sophie's tight cunt. I didn't mind, of course. I found this very erotic,
having Mrs. Patterson's hand around my cock while it was stuck lewdly out
of her daughter's cunt.
"Watch this," I said I withdrew my cock. I used my hands to
spread Sophie's ass cheeks to expose her rosette, and Joan directed my
cock to the crinkled orifice.
"Rub it around," I said, and Joan moved my cock in small circles
over Sophie's anus. I could feel Sophie tense so I told her not to worry, I
wasn't going to enter her.
"When your husband comes home Sunday night," I said to Joan,
"he's got specific instructions to take you this way."
"Bill will fuck my... ass?" she said, excitement in her voice.
"Yes, but only after he's tied you up... and spanked you.... for being
such a naughty wife."
Joan blushed but couldn't disguise her pleasure at this news.
"Put it back in her cunt," I said.
She lowered my cock and together we eased it forward into
Sophie's sex. I removed Joan's hand and pulled her to me while I pushed
my cock to the hilt in Sophie's cunt.
Whispering in her ear, I said, "Go sit up against the headboard, in
front of Sophie, and make her eat your cunt while I fuck her."
If Sophie was surprised when her mother sat in front of her, her
legs spread so her cunt was directly in front of Sophie's eyes, I couldn't tell.
She did, however, issue a little cry of surprise when her mother's hands
went to Sophie's head, forced her to drop down and pressed her face up
against her sex.
It was Joan's turn to cry out when Sophie's tongue began working
in her cunt. I began rodding Sophie, slowly at first, watching the mother,
sensing the daughter, as the three of us approached climax. Joan and
Sophie came at almost the same time and I wasn't quite ready. I was very
close when they finished, and decided to cum in Joan's mouth rather than
Sophie's cunt. I withdrew and pulled Sophie's knees out so she lay flat on
her stomach. I crawled up the bed and took Joan's head in my hands. Her
eyes opened to find my slick cock inches away. Her lips parted and I
pushed my slick cock past them and into her mouth. She sucked as hard as
she could while I pulled her head back and forth, fucking her mouth with
my cock. I didn't take more than a dozen strokes before I felt the delicious
release and shot jet and jet of cum into her mouth, then over her face as I
pulled out jacked the last several blasts on her face.
- o -
"This is a special day for me," said Joan when we were downstairs,
preparing dinner. She was wearing simple but elegant green dress that hung
with thin straps off her shoulders. It was cut very low in the back and low
enough in the front that I could see the swell of her breasts. A little lower,
her long nipples were easily visible poking out through the silk fabric. Her
arm was around my back and mine rested on her hip. It was clear that she
wore nothing under the dress.
I hugged her to me and reached behind her, slowly bringing my
hands up underneath her dress to confirm my suspicion that she was nude
under the silk dress. My hands found nothing but her bare ass and I held it
in my hands and kissed her.
"Hey," said Sophie, "am I supposed to do all the work while you
guys play grope-in-the-dark?"
I ignored her and kissed Joan some more while my fingers slid
down her crack, teased her rosette then continued until I had two fingers
buried in her cunt. Our lips were still glued together when I withdrew my
fingers and retraced my route. This time I moved a finger that was slick
from her cunt juices in small circles over her rosette and then pushed in
slowly inside.
"Ohh," breathed Joan as she broke our kiss.
I kissed her cheek, then her ear, and whispered into that orifice
while I forced my finger two inches into her ass. "I should leave your ass
for your husband. But I'd like your help tonight taking Sophie's anal
cherry... would you help me fuck your daughter's virgin ass. "
I felt her head nod in agreement. I slipped my finger out of her ass
then broke our embrace and went to the kitchen sink to wash up.
"I could use some help," said Sophie. "If you're through mauling
my mother, that is."
I looked at Sophie and saw behind her petulant pose a certain
sparkle in her eyes. She was challenging me and hoping to lose.
"Joan, have you heard of dominance & submission," I asked and
saw Sophie's face light up. I went on to briefly explain the roles of tops
and bottoms in these sex games, then told her that Sophie was our slave
tonight.
"You mean she'll finally obey me?" said Joan.
"Or suffer the consequences," I said. I whispered a suggestion in
Joan's ear and she nodded. I checked the status of the rice and turned on
the broiler for the salmon steaks. Then I checked the fridge and found just
the thing I was looking for.
"I'd like to see you naked, slave, just like you were when I brought
you into this world."
Sophie nodded to her mother and began unbuttoning her blouse. I
brought the bag of carrots to the sink and began sorting them to find the
right ones. I selected three. The first was the runt of the litter, and I
scraped it and dulled the tip until it was less than four inches long and
tapered, from a half-inch at the tip to three-quarters of an inch at the
rounded base. The second was much longer but also narrow, perhaps a
little over an inch thick at the base. The third and final carrot was a
monster, eight or nine inches long and nearly two inches thick at the base.
After scraping the carrots I put them into a dish along with a half inch of
water and put them in the microwave, guessing at the power level and time
needed to get them to soften.
When I finished this chore Sophie was entirely nude and her
nakedness was enhanced by the bright kitchen lights and because her
mother and I were dressed. Throughout the preparation of the meal
Sophie had to endure the most menial tasks but also the humiliation of
being groped, teased and swatted by Joan and I. Joan decided to carry
around a rubber spatula and used it frequently on Sophie's ass when she
didn't move fast enough in response to Joan's orders.
"What do you think of these?" I asked Joan at one point. I was
standing behind Sophie, my arms reaching around her, my hands cupping
her large breasts.
"They're very nice, I suppose," said Joan, tapping the spatula
against the erect nipples. "A little large though."
"Hmmm," I said. "Perhaps for a normal girl, you're right. But don't
you agree that it's nice for a slut to have big tits."
"I see your point," said Joan. She look the opportunity to suck and
chew on Sophie's nipples and did so with loud noises, further embarrassing
her daughter.
"Don't you agree that our slut looks better this way, with her tits all
wet and juicy?" asked Joan when she finished.
I moved over to Joan and put my arm around her waist and we both
studied Sophie who stood red-faced in front of us. Her melon-sized
breasts rose and fell with her breathing and looked slutty with the coating
of saliva in the aureoles and nipples.
"You're absolutely right," I said. "There's one more thing our slut
needs, and I could use your help with it. Could you find some Crisco?"
Joan got the Crisco from the fridge and I checked the carrots in the
microwave. They were flexible without being too soft, perfect for my
needs. I dried them off and put them on the island counter in the middle of
the kitchen. Joan brought the Crisco over and put it down next to the three
carrots. I borrowed her spatula and when over behind Sophie and swatted
her on the ass.
"Move it, slave. Up against the counter!"
Sophie obeyed quickly and soon had her thighs pressed up against
the edge of the island counter.
"Bend over, bitch." I growled and swatted her again. "Tits on the
counter."
Sophie complied, bending onto the counter, her tits flattened on the
surface, her ass sticking out provocatively. In clinical terms, I explained to
Joan what I wanted to do and she nodded and suggested a few things.
Then we went to work. I held Sophie's ass cheeks apart while Joan
applied dug a finger full of Crisco from the container and applied
it all around Sophie's anus.
"Oh, that's cold!" cried Sophie, which earned her a hard slap on her
ass.
Joan pushed her finger inside, as far as it would go and then fucked
the finger in and out while Sophie groaned quietly. At my signal Joan
withdrew her finger and selected the medium sized carrot. After
lubricating it she slowly shoved it three or four inches inside. Over a few
minutes she slowly fucked the carrot into Sophie's ass, going a bit deeper
each time until she was fucking her with all but the last inch of the seven-
inch intruder. She left the carrot sticking lewdly from Sophie's ass and got
the small carrot.
"Push it out, slut," I said to Sophie. It must have been the height of
embarrassment for Sophie to shit out the carrot but she did and it slowly
reappeared. Joan caught it and set it aside before pushing the smaller,
four-inch carrot deep inside Sophie's ass. When her sphincter closed,
trapping the veggie butt-plug inside, I announced we were done for
now and swatted Sophie.
She rose, gingerly, getting the feel for the butt-plug.
"Keep it in there," I warned.
Joan's fingers were covered with Crisco and she was about to wash
up when I stopped her and gave her an alternative idea. Joan's face lit up
and she proceeded to wipe her hands all over Sophie's breasts.
We finished preparing dinner and sat down to eat. Sophie was
doing a slow burn from the humiliation of sitting naked at the formal
dinning room table, her tits coated with Crisco and reflecting the candle
light like large beacons, and with the butt-plug in her ass a constant
reminder of what was to come. She drank a glass of wine, then another,
and ate silently while Joan and I conversed and ignored her.
"I have a hard time believing that your monster cock is going to fit
in the Sophie-slut's ass," said her mother at one point.
This brought an agreeing noise from Sophie.
"But I sure am gonna enjoy watching," said Joan, her eyes
sparkling. Sophie pouted in response to her mother's cruelty.
"You're nasty," I said and chuckled.
"Uh huh," she said, smiling.
"Tomorrow someone's gonna punish you for being so naughty," I
reminded her.
"I know," said Joan, blushing.
"I wonder what Bill would do to you if he really knew how bad
you've been?"
She just closed her eyes and smiled serenely.
"What would Bill do if he came home unexpectedly, right now, and
saw his daughter naked at the dinner table, looking like a fuck-toy? What
if I was forced to admit to him that you, his wide and Sophie's mother, was
helping me sodomize his precious daughter?"
"He'd probably ask you if he could try the slut when you were
finished?"
My eyebrows arched in surprise, and I pressed it, "Really? Do you
think he'd fuck his own daughter?"
I glanced over at Sophie and found her red-faced and staring open-
mouthed at her mother.
Joan took another drink of her wine and looked at me over the rim.
"Under normal circumstances Bill would resist any impulses he might have
for Sophie, or Angela for that matter. But what you're describing---an
opportunity to butt-fuck his daughter with no possibility of recrimination
from either me or her---that just might overcome his fatherly role. And I
know he's affected by the girls. I've noticed, ever since Sophie began
developing---"
She paused her and tapped her the flat part of her knife against one
of Sophie's nipples. "Ever since these big slut tits started to grow... he's at
his most passionate with me after he's spent an evening watching TV or
something and Sophie's lounging around in her nightgown. Now it's
Angela too."
"Little sexy Angela," I mused and noticed out of the corner of my
eye Sophie turning her head and shooting me a look that could kill.
"Her too," said Joan. Then she noticed the look on my face and
laughed, then added, "Slow down, Jake-me-lad, this was fantasy. Pretend."
I smiled at her and at Sophie, then ordered her to clear the table.
Joan and I talked a bit while Sophie washed up the dishes, but mostly we
sipped our wine and looked at one another. As I looked at this pretty, sexy
woman I found myself wondering how Bill Patterson could keep his hands
off her.
- o -
"I'm done, Master," said Sophie after twenty minutes or so in the
kitchen. She looked at her mother, bowed slightly, and added, "and
Mistress."
We brought Sophie back into the kitchen and laid her out once
again bent over the island counter. She pushed out the butt-plug with no
problem and Joan greased up the biggest carrot and eased it into her ass
while I held her cheeks apart. She took it with surprisingly little
discomfort. Within a minute Joan was fucking the thick eight-inch carrot in
and out of Sophie's ass. The lubricating ability of the Crisco had apparently
increased as it sat in her warmed in her ass throughout dinner, and her
passage seemed much more relaxed.
"Let's take her upstairs," I said.
Joan made Sophie lead the way, bent over a bit as she walked and
climbed the stairs, the carrot held in her ass by Joan. We positioned Sophie
in the middle of the large bed, her head resting on her arms at the top of the
bed, her ass stuck up in the air. I quickly stripped then retrieved a tube of
K-Y jelly from my bag.
"Allow me," said Joan. She'd left Sophie on the bed, the thick
carrot protruding from her ass, and sashayed over to me and took the tube.
She kissed me then slid down my body, kissing and sucking on my nipples
and licking my belly button before falling to her knees and taking my semi-
hard cock into her warm, moist mouth. She got me hard in no time and
then warmed a large dollop of jelly between her fingers before thoroughly
coating the head and shaft of my rigid cock.
I climbed on the bed behind Sophie and spent several minutes
slapping her ass while I called her names. The natural muscles of Sophie's
ass gradually expelled the thick carrot as I spanked her, and Joan took it
away when it was about to drop out. I noticed that Sophie's ass was still
slightly dilated and quickly positioned my cock at her greasy hole.
"Owwwwwww," Sophie cried as I tried to push inside her. She
swayed away from me as I pushed, and I wasn't able to pop through.
I took a firm grip on her hips and said, "Sophie, you must push
back when I tell you to... it'll go much easier if you do. Okay, my love?"
She sniffled and nodded.
"Now, Sophie, push!" I said and eased forward while she groaned
and pushed her ass back. My cock popped past her sphincter and eased an
inch or two into her incredibly tight ass. I held it there while I gently
caressed her white globes. Joan knelt next to Sophie's hips and reached
under her to finger her cunt. I asked Sophie if she was okay and she
nodded and I felt her move slightly to brace herself for another try.
"Push, Sophie," I said and was surprised my the force of her ass as
she issued one long cry and pushed against me. My cock slid inside her
with relative ease until I had all but two inches buried in her ass.
"Oh Jesus," said Sophie. "I... I'm so goddamn full!"
"You Okay?"
"Yeh... wait a while... Oh, Jesus... let me got used to it."
"I think the slut's gonna like this," said Joan, the tone of her voice
infinitely more caring than her words.
Sophie laughed and said, "You just wait 'till you try this!"
I felt Joan's hand underneath, moving from Sophie's cunt to feel my
balls and the union of my cock and Sophie's stretched ass.
"I can't wait," said Joan. "I'm already jealous."
I slowly withdrew my cock, letting Sophie's muscles cooperate.
She moaned pleasantly as my cock eased out of her hole. I paused with
just the head in her ass and whispered instructions to Joan. She got a
pillow and backed under Sophie until she was under her cunt. I waited
until I could hear the lapping sounds of her tongue at work before signaling
Sophie and repeating the entry. This time, with two cooperative pushes I
went all the way to the root in her ass.
"Oh, Jesus," cried Sophie.
I waited patiently until Sophie indicated she was ready before
withdrawing my cock slowly and corking her once again. The delays
between each impailment served two purposes. It allowed Sophie to get
used to the feeling and allowed me to maintain control against the
incredible feelings of her tight ass hugging my cock like a vice. I'm sure I
would have cum much sooner than I did if I hadn't stared at a painting on
the wall. The few times I allowed myself to look at the sight of my cock
sticking out of her ass, her anus stretched impossibly wide around my girth,
had my head spinning and my cock throbbing.
"Oh, yes," moaned Sophie and I sensed her approaching orgasm as
her mother's tongue flicked over her clit and my cock drove steadily in,
corking her this time in one long steady thrust.
"Oh... Oh... Oh...," she chanted and I grit my teeth and stared at the
wall to keep from cuming as her ass muscles pulsed and throbbed around
my cock. Her climax was long and noisy, and I had to keep a firm grip on
her waist to keep her from collapsing on top of her mother when she was
through.
We rested for a minute or two while Sophie recovered. Joan's
hands gently caressed my balls as she waited for her daughter to revive
herself.
I felt Sophie's body recover and her voice say, "I'm... ready."
"That's good," I said, pulling my cock back slowly. "Is the Sophie-
slut ready for a butt-fuck?"
"Yes, Massssss---," she cried as I drove my cock to the hilt in a
single steady push. I didn't wait this time and immediately withdrew my
cock, slowly, hearing soft mewing from Sophie and the lapping sound as
her mother returned to Sophie's cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned when I drove inside her again. She was still
very tight but I could now fuck her with relative ease.
"I think your mom's right," I said as I withdrew. "No way your dad
could resist this..." I corked her again and began to withdraw, "... butt-
fucking his slut daughter."
I stroked back and forth, my head swimming at the tactile and
visual pleasures of my first fuck of Sophie's ass.
"Spank me," cried Sophie. "Spank me you butt-fucking asshole!"
I spanked her hard, one, twice, three times before my overheated
balls twitched and my cock began erupting in her ass.
"Ahhh, yes... fill my ass with cum," she cried.
"Oh... Oh... Oh," I repeated as my cock erupted again and again. I
continued to fuck into her as fast as I could, slapping her ass absent
mindedly as I enjoyed the sweet release of my orgasm.
"I'm cuming soon," said Sophie. "Fuck me... fuck my slut ass... Oh
Yes!... Oh, yes!... Oh my God!"
Once again I could feel her ass pulse around my shunting cock as
she came, even harder this time. When she was done she passed out and
collapsed, pulling off of my spent cock and falling into a heap.
- o -
"She's out," said her mother a few minutes later. I'd managed to
keep Sophie from crushing her mother long enough for her to free herself.
We put her on her side and got a washcloth from the bathroom. I did my
best to clean off the lubricant and cum leaking out of her ass, then rolled
her onto her back and cleaned her breasts and cunt.
"It's the combination of the wine and the sex," said Joan as she
tucked in her daughter. We found our clothes then turned off the light and
closed the door.
We showered together in the family bath, dressed and went
downstairs. I looked through their collection of CDs and selected one, but
Joan convinced me to plat a Johnny Mathis CD instead. We danced for a
long time, slowly, pressed to one another. She was back in her green silk
dress and her body felt great pressed against me.
"You're a pretty swell guy," she said, her voice low and sexy. Her
arms were around my neck, her back arched to look up into my face. I had
no doubt she could feel my hard bulge against her belly as we swayed and
moved to the music.
"Swell?"
"Uh huh," she said.
"Thank you, m'lady," I said and kissed her softy. My hands drifted
down over her ass. I pulled her dress up and placed my hands on her ass.
As we danced I felt the muscles of her ass flex and relax under my fingers.
"That was incredible to watch, y'know?" she said.
"Sophie?"
"Mmm." She sighed and pressed herself against me and we
continued to move slowly to the sweet tenor of Johnny Mathis. When the
song ended I disengaged myself and quickly shed my clothes. We
embraced again as the next song started and told her on hold on and lifted
her up about a foot off the floor. Holding her to my chest I began lowering
her slowly. Joan's hands went back to guide my cock and it eased into her
cunt as I lowered her.
"Oh, yes," she whispered into my ear. I moved to the music for
another few minutes, until my arms were tired, then lowered the two of us
the floor. I fucked Joan steadily for twenty minutes, through two orgasms,
until I finally came during her second climax, and dumped my load in her
churning cunt.
Chapter Eleven - "Joan's Turn"
I woke from a very erotic dream Sunday morning only to find Joan
and Sophie playing with my cock. I put my hands behind my head and
watched as they took turns licking the shaft, until Joan noticed I was
awake.
"Sophie, your lord and master is awake," said Joan.
"Good morning, Jake," said Sophie cheerfully.
"Sophie, Joan," I said, "Good morning to you."
I stretched and said, "God, I'm hungry."
Joan said she'd make eggs but I reached out and held her hand.
"Sophie, this may be my last opportunity with your mom," I said.
"Can you cook breakfast while we..."
"Sure," said Sophie, hoping off the bed and walking, buck naked,
out the door. I motioned to Joan to mount me and she straddled me and
sunk slowly down the length of my cock.
"I'm gonna miss this cock," she said as she settled in place.
"Not as much as you think," I said as she began rocking back and
forth. "Bill's coming back tonight with a stiff cock and a head full of ideas
about how to use it with you."
"Hmmm, that'll be great," she purred. "But he's not as big as you."
"Perhaps not," I said. "But you'll be thankful he's not when he
fucks your ass tonight."
"Hmmm," she murmured, closing her eyes and smiling and she rode
my cock and thought not of me but her husband forcing his cock into her
nasty butt. She sped up after a few minutes and began bouncing up and
down, her eyes still closed. I reached out and squeezed her breasts then
held on to her nipples as she rode me furiously through an intense orgasm,
wetting my cock and balls with her discharge.
"If you're finished with that slut, breakfast is ready." I looked over
and saw Sophie at the doorway. Her excited eyes told me she'd been there
long enough to watch her mother cum. She'd donned a robe and was
sipping coffee, and the delicious smell of the freshly brewed coffee
convinced me to pass on a second fuck, and my own orgasm, and get up
instead.
- o -
"I called Ralph and Angela, and they wont be home until after
noon," said Joan as she joined Sophie and I at the breakfast table. I had
just finished wolfing down three scrambled eggs, toast and sausages, and
was sipping my second cup of coffee. Joan had showered and was wearing
a tee shirt and shorts. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Sophie and
I were still wearing robes.
Sophie set a plate of eggs, toast and sausages down in front of her
mother, who eyed them hungrily.
"Not so fast," I said, pulling her place mat away along with the
plate away. "Sophie, do you remember either of us telling the Joan-slut she
could dress?"
Joan frowned at me and Sophie chuckled before replying, "No,
Jake. I didn't give the slut permission."
"Strip," I said to Joan who looked exasperated, then resigned. She
rose from her chair, checked quickly so see if the drapes were drawn, then
pulled the tee shirt off. When she had pulled her shorts and panties off I
pushed the plate back and told her to eat. Naked now, Joan sat down to
eat. Sophie and I talked and sipped our coffee while Joan ate.
"How do you like three-ways," I asked Sophie.
"Great," she said. "I'm enjoying this immensely, but I'm still
looking forward to having another man as the third."
Joan lifted her eyes to look at Sophie, "You will be careful," she
said, lapsing back into her role as Sophie's mother.
Sophie was about to respond in kind but caught herself and said,
"Shut the fuck up, Joan-slut. Did I say you could open your slut mouth?"
Joan colored and resumed eating and I gave Sophie an encouraging
smile.
"So far I kind of like having another woman for sex," said Sophie.
"But I still haven't had her eat me out, without a lot of, um, other
distractions."
"You're right," I acknowledged. "And she made you suck her
pussy. Doesn't seem fair."
Sophie ordered her mother to crawl under the table and service her,
right then and there. Joan complied and Sophie edged forward in her chair
and spread open the lower half of her robe. I couldn't see what was going
on but I could hear the wet sounds of Joan's mouth and tongue at work.
"Harder, bitch!" Sophie said at one point, using her hands on her
mother's head to emphasize what she wanted. I sat back, sipping my
coffee, and watched the pleasure reflected in Sophie's lovely face. After
five or six minutes she came, and both of her hands went below the table to
hold her mother's head against her sex as she climaxed.
A half-hour later Joan joined Sophie and I in the family room after
cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Still nude, she bowed and asked if we had
any need of her. Sophie took the lead and used the tie of her robe to bind
her mother's hands together. Then she led to over to the sofa and pushed
her over the side. Joan fell forward on to the sofa cushions, face down, her
ass sticking up where she was bent over the thickly cushioned arm rest. I
sat and watched while Sophie spank her mother's ass and called her a
naughty slave, a bitch-whore, etc., etc..
Sophie stopped after at least three dozen hard spanks and I could
see that Joan's ass was quite pink.
"Do you want a turn?" asked Sophie, breathing a little hard from
the exertion.
I got up and took her place, and was surprised to hear, from Joan,
"I hope this will be better... your slut girlfriend doesn't know how to punish
a naughty slave."
"You bitch!" Sophie exclaimed, but I held up my hand and told her
to put the slut's mouth to better use. As Sophie scrambled into position on
the sofa, I began spanking Joan's ass, hard and steady, the crack of my
hand against her ass very loud in the room. Joan's ass turned from pink to
red as I swatted her, but aside from a dull moan of pain with each stroke,
she showed a remarkable tolerance and maybe even enjoyment from this
treatment.
"Fuck me,,, give me your cock," she cried only after my hand was
sore. She had just enough time to say this before Sophie shoved Joan's
face back where it had been, up against Sophie's sex. I opened my robe
and positioned my cock against her cunt, and dragged my fingernails over
her red ass as I drove to the hilt in one brutal lunge.
"Ummmph," I heard from Joan as I bottomed out against her
cervix.
I fucked her in long, quick strokes, enjoying the feeling of her cunt
on my cock and the sight of Sophie before me, her head thrown back over
the opposite end of the sofa. Her fingers were pinching and pulling her
nipples and her hips rotated in circles, pushing her sex up against her
mother's busy mouth. Sophie had cum twice when she finally righted
herself and pulled away from her mother's greedy mouth. I had felt Joan
cum as well, several minutes earlier, her copious fluids spilling on my balls.
Following my instructions, Sophie put a sofa cushion on the floor
and helped me carry Joan, still impaled on my cock, off the sofa and face
down on the floor. I rose on my arms and began fucking her again, and
found I could go faster in this position. I hammered into her as fast as I
could manage and allowed myself to cum only after I heard her cry out in
release and felt her cunt spasm around my cock. I groaned in pleasure as
my cock blasted jet after jet of hot cum into her churning cunt.
- o -
Before leaving the Patterson's we had opened every window in the
house and cleaned for an hour, changing and washing sheets, treating stains
on the furniture and carpeting and washing the bathrooms. I asked Joan to
call me the next afternoon with news of Bill's weekend (and his
homecoming), kissed mother and daughter good-bye, and left.
I got home early afternoon, just in time to be drafted by Marion and
dad to go house hunting. I met Jessica for the first time, Marion's twelve-
year
old daughter. She and I sat in the back of the real estate agent's minivan I
commiserated with my future sister about losing our Sunday afternoon to
this chore.
When we arrived at the fifth house of the afternoon it was clear
after less than five minutes that this would be our next house if my dad had
his way. It was a run-down Victorian dating from the late 19th century,
full of charm and clutter. It had twelve rooms, no two alike, a front and
back staircase, and lots of old-fashioned moldings and other details.
Unfortunately, it also had sagging ceilings, blocked fireplaces, damaged
walls, a forty-year old kitchen and bathroom fixtures that looked as old as
the house.
"But it's a disaster," said Marion, incredulous that Jerry would
spend more than a minute looking at the house before rushing outside to
puke.
"But think about the house it could be. Will be," he said and I
could tell from the tone of his voice that this was a project he wanted.
"Dad, Marion," I said, "Jack and I will be off for the summer in less
than a month. We can strip the walls and ceilings down to the studs,
rewire it, re-plumb it, and put up new wall board."
"I could help," said Jessica.
Marion smiled at her daughter, then shot a questioning look at
Jerry.
"I'm sure," he said, nodding.
"C'mon, Jessica," I said. "Let's go find our rooms."
We raced into the house and up the staircases to the third floor, and
then worked our way down. Jessica was small for her age and possessed
a certain impish look to her face. She had large hazel eyes, curly auburn
hair, a small turned up nose and a wide smile. She reminded me vaguely of
a young Demi Moore without the tits.
The third floor had three bedrooms, each with its own sink, and one
bath. On the second floor were four bedrooms, a sitting room, two baths
and several other rooms that I assumed were closets. The only room on
the second floor with it's own private bath was also the largest, and had a
fireplace, so we assumed that would go to Marion and Jerry.
Jessica fell in love with a large bay window complete with a
window seat that was in one of the second floor rooms. She sat there and
her smile faded as her glance look in the bare bulb light in the ceiling, the
ancient wall paper peeling off the walls and the dust and grime.
"This room will be beautiful," I said. "The walls and ceilings will be
brand new and you can pick what color you want them painted. A new
light fixture, of course. You can pick that out too." I moved around the
room as I talked. "The floors will be sanded and refinished so they'll shine.
I'll have to replace a couple of those glass panes, but that window will look
incredible when we're done and it's cleaned. Bunk beds over there, for
when you have a friend sleep over. Dresser here, next to the closet. Desk
there, so you can look out the window instead of doing your homework.
Maybe a rug in the center here. What do you think?"
I looked over at Jessica and found her watching me, a smile on her
face. "Thanks, Jake. I think this room will be cool."
"What about your room?" she asked as we walked down to the
first floor.
"I suspect that Jack and I will end up with the two bedrooms on the
third floor, sharing the one bathroom up there, although we may have to
fight Cathy for that."
"You want to be way up there? It'll be so hot in the summer."
"It's private, though," I said. "And there's always A/C to keep it
reasonable."
"Would you bring your girlfriends up there?" she asked.
"Girlfriend, singular. I'm a one-woman man," I said, then laughed
to myself. "Her name's Sophie. You'll meet her soon I think."
We found Marion and Jerry in the kitchen.
"You've got to see beyond what's here---" he was saying.
"Nothing's here," countered Marion. Jessica giggled and we all
smiled because aside from a soapstone sink and an ancient stove there was
nothing in the kitchen.
"What I meant to say," continued my dad, "is we'll take
measurements of this entire floor and draw up a half-dozen ideas for the
layout of a kitchen, the parlors, a family room and dinning room. We may
decide to put the kitchen on the other side of the bleeping house."
Marion walked over and put her arm around his back.
Accentuating her southern drawl she said, "I just love a man who gets
passionate about his home... his castle."
"Damn right," he said, hugging her to him and smiling.
- o -
Cathy got home shortly before dinner so Jack and I didn't get a
chance to talk to her until later. We had our first dinner as an extended-
family-to-be, with Marion and Jessica joining Dad, Cathy, Jack and I.
Cathy wasn't quite sure about this new house when she heard about it.
Jack, on the other hand, was very happy at the prospect of at least a
month's employment fixing up the house.
"You expect to be paid?" asked my Dad.
"Of course we're going to pay them, Jerry," said Marion.
He was too happy about Marion agreeing to buy the house to argue
this one.
- o -
"He's a very sweet man," said Cathy.
"Yeah?" said Jack. "But what happened?"
"Well, the first several hours went pretty much according to the
script."
"Then?" I prompted after she paused for a long moment.
"Then he started suggesting things."
"Oh," I said. "That's good, right?"
She smiled and nodded.
I thought about it for a while and a question popped in my head.
"If you threw away the script after a few hours, did you remember
to tell him what he was supposed to do with Joan, er, Mrs. Patterson, when
he got home tonight?"
"Don't worry, Jake, Mrs. Patterson will be taken care of just fine."
I realized that getting information out of Cathy was going to be like
pulling teeth, and so I gave up.
"Was it okay, though?" asked Jack.
"It was, quite simply, a delightful, sexy weekend with a very sweet
man." She yawned and added, "who has the stamina of a bull."
Jack and I stared at each other.
"A very sweet man," he said.
"With the stamina of a bull," I said.
- o -
Joan Patterson called my Monday night as she had promised to do.
"How'd it go," I asked, hoping to get more information out of her
than I was able to get out of Cathy.
"I'm no longer a virgin," she said.
"Oh?" I said. "Oh! I see. How was it? How is he?"
"You're right, Jake, he's a changed man. It was... as if we'd never
touched before. Exciting... electric... I feel like I've just had an affair."
"You have," I reminded her.
She laughed and said, "How could I forget."
"I'm wounded," I said. "What did he tell you about his weekend?
Can you tell me the details?"
"Not really," she said. "I've got to hang up soon. I'm holding a
note from Bill that requires me to join him in the basement in just a few
minutes. He went down there as soon as he came home for work and the
again after dinner, He's been building something in his wood shop."
"What does the note say?"
Joan giggled and read.
Dear Fuck-toy:
I want your slut ass in the basement at 11:30. Don't be late
and don't wear any clothes.
Your Master,
Bill
"But it's eleven-thirty now," I said.
"Uh huh," she said, in no hurry.
"Are you naked?"
"Under my robe, yes."
"I should let you go," I said. "He'll punish you if you're late."
"I know," she said. "One other thing, Jake... if you think you're
finished with me, after this last weekend, you're kidding yourself."
And then the line went dead.
Chapter Twelve - "Dear Sweet Angela"
"We've got trouble," said Sophie of the phone. I could tell
immediately from the tone of her voice that she was angry.
"What?"
"The little bitch saw us," she said.
"The little--"
"Angela," she spat the name out. "Dear sweet fuckin' Angela... she
came home early two weekends ago when you and I were with mom."
"Oh, shit!" I said. "Has she told anybody?"
"No, but she's threatening to... says she'll tell dad if we don't give
her what she wants."
"What does she want?" I asked.
"She wont tell me but I can guess, 'cause she'll only tell the two of
us, together."
"Oh?" I said.
"Don't give me that 'Oh?" shit, Jake O'Leary. You know she wants
you."
"Oh." I said. "She wants me to---"
"To pop her fuckin' cherry," said Sophie.
"Calm down, Sophie. Let's see... meet me at the park, near your
house. We'll talk."
- o -
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't," I said to Sophie when we met.
We were sitting on the park bench and Sophie had her arms folded across
her chest. She was not happy.
"*If* you wanted to!" she said.
"I'm sure I would enjoy fucking Angela, okay. That's not the point.
I wouldn't do it without your knowledge and approval. Second, I've
promised Joan I wouldn't let Angela seduce me."
"You promised my mother?" said Sophie.
"Yeh. This was after you fell asleep that night. We were in the
living room, ah, talking---"
"You were fucking her brains out," said Sophie.
"Well, yes," I said. "I was telling Joan how Angela came on to me
when I dropped her off at her friends house."
"You didn't tell me," she said.
"She kissed me, that's all," I said, defensively. "Well, that's not all,
she... put her hand down here, and felt me."
"Were you hard?"
"Yes," I admitted. "I'm sixteen. It's an affliction."
"Shit," said Sophie.
"We have to bring this to your mom," I said.
- o -
We shared the details with Joan later that afternoon. Sophie's anger
was back on display. I thought to myself, "maybe there's something to the
adage about red-heads and hot tempers."
"Sophie," said her mother, "look at Jake for a minute."
Sophie stared at me, her hands on her hips.
"Is he a good looking guy?" asked Joan.
"Yeah," said Sophie. "He's okay."
"Bullshit. He's a hunk," said Joan.
I blushed and Sophie chuckled.
"Okay," said Sophie.
"And he's smart... caring... sweet..."
"Yeh yeh yeh," said Sophie. "And great in the sack. So?"
"Can you look at him and really blame Angela?"
Sophie was silent for a few moments, then said, "I guess not. But
the little bitch is blackmailing us, to steal my boyfriend!"
"That she is," said Joan. "But it won't work."
"No?" said Sophie and I at the same time.
Joan turned to me and said, "Your older sister baby-sits, right?
This isn't much notice but could you call her and see if she could sit for
Angela and Ralph. You, me, Sophie and Bill are going out to dinner."
I felt a big knot in my stomach as I considered this.
"Are you sure?"
She patted me on the hand and said. "Everything will be fine.
Don't worry."
- o -
We took a booth in the back of the nearly empty restaurant. I was
extremely tense about what I believed Joan Patterson was going to do, and
what Bill's reaction would be.
"Have you told Jake?" asked Bill of Joan after the waitress had
brought our drinks and left.
"No, I haven't," said Joan.
She turned to me and said, "I'm pregnant, Jake. If everything goes
well, I'm going to have your baby."
My mouth dropped open and I sat there numb and speechless.
"What!" cried Sophie, and every head in the restaurant turned to
look in our direction. Her father put his hand over hers and shushed her.
"You're sure it's... mine," I asked, and blushed. It was suddenly
clear to me that Bill Patterson knew all about my relations with his wife.
"We're sure," said Bill. "I got a viral infection shortly after Angela
was born. The only permanent damage is my sperm count. I'm shootin'
blanks."
Joan guessed at my discomfort and added, "I told Bill about us,
Jake. He knows that it was you who arranged for his weekend with
Carolyn."
Carolyn was the name Cathy had used for her weekend with Bill.
"You're okay with that?" I asked Bill.
"I'm thrilled. You've done my marriage an incredible service."
"You're gonna have the baby?" asked Sophie.
"Oh, yes," said Joan. "We would have had more children if not for
Bill's problem. I'm still young. I'm delighted. I was kinda hoping Jake
would knock me up."
"Shit," I said, "I'm gonna be a father."
"Well, Jake, that's one of the reasons we're here," said Bill. "You
will be the genetic father, obviously. But we'd like to raise this child as one
of our own. We can't see any other way but to pretend that I'm the father
and treat the child no differently than we would the others."
"Yes," I said. "I understand."
"That means that you'll have a child, Jake, but wont be able to
acknowledge it, ever. For the child's sake. Never."
I thought about it for a few minutes and concluded that they were
right. It hurt a little bit, knowing that my child would be born but I
couldn't care for it, and he or she might never know about me.
"I couldn't imagine having better parents for my... this child, than
the two of you. But could I ask a favor?"
"Sure," said Joan.
"If it's a girl, would you consider naming her Melinda, after my
mom?"
Joan's eyes teared, and she and Sophie pulled out tissues and blew
their noses and dabbed their eyes. The waitress came with salads and we
were silent until she left.
"What's this about Angela," asked Bill.
Between bites of salad, Joan explained Angela's crush on me, and
that she witnessed some part of the sex between Sophie, me and her. She
went on to explain our suspicions about the goal of her blackmail.
"Smart little cookie, isn't she?" said Bill, smiling. This brought a
snort of disgust from Sophie.
"She isn't ready," said Joan. "She's only thirteen."
"Do you mean she isn't ready, like not physically or mentally
prepared for sex? Or do you mean she isn't prepared, like on the pill or
something?"
"Both," said Joan. "She's just a kid, Bill."
"Nonsense," said Bill, gently. "She's a young woman. She's been
menstruating for over eighteen months. Her body is developing. She's
quite capable of having sex."
"We can't let the bitch get away with this," was Sophie's
contribution.
"Would you stop calling her that... but she's right, Bill," said Joan.
"Okay," said Bill. "Let's say Sophie and Jake talk to her and
confirm our suspicions of what she wants. They say, "Go ahead, tell your
father." She comes to me and I say, "I already know all about this Angela.
She's gonna grow up thinking that marital infidelity is the rule rather than
the exception. And given that she's decided she's ready for sex, even if we
believe otherwise, I worry that she go out and find someone other than
Jake to have sex with. Then others. In this day and age, it worries me no
end to think of my thirteen year-old girl out trolling for partners."
"And as soon as we break the news that you're pregnant, Joan, she's
likely to put two and two together and concluded that Jake is the father.
We're gonna have one messed up kid on our hands."
"So what do you suggest?" said Joan.
The waitress cleared the salad plates and brought our main courses.
Bill was silent for several minutes.
"I think we should tell her... no, I should tell her that I'm not
capable of fathering a child anymore, and that we wanted another child and
selected Jake for that purpose."
We ate some of our food and thought over his proposal. I agreed
with him that Angela could read a calendar and would suspect or guess that
I was the father of the baby. It was better to acknowledge it up front and
swear her to silence, for the benefit of the child if for no other reason.
"I guess that's best," said Joan.
We ate the rest of our dinner mostly in silence.
"I still think the little bitch should be punished," said Sophie,
peevishly.
Her father put his napkin down on the table and stared at his oldest
daughter, his expression stern. "You leave that to Jake and me," he said.
"And for ignoring your mother's request that you stop calling your sister a
bitch, I want you in the basement ten minutes after we get home. You're
gonna get a little taste of Angela's punishment."
"Bill!" said Joan. I looked at her and noticed that her face was red.
It took me a moment to realize that it was embarrassment rather than anger
that caused the color.
"Zip it, Joan," he said.
The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Joan wouldn't look at Bill
and Sophie sat next to me in the back seat, pouting.
Bill paid Cathy and sent her home, saying that I'd be along later.
He clearly didn't recognize Cathy as the girl who had fucked his brains out
two weeks earlier. At the same time he wasn't oblivious to her good looks
and body. Cathy colored a bit when he handed her the baby-sitting money
and I guessed that she was recalling when this same man had paid her for
another service.
Joan went upstairs to check on the kids, and Bill asked me to join
him in the basement. Two-thirds of the basement was like ours at home:
Cement floor, exposed heating and plumbing pipes and a washer and dryer.
One corner was filled with a serious collection of hand and power tools.
Looking at the impressive wood shop I remembered Joan's call of two
weeks before when she told me Bill was working on something in the
basement and wanted her down here, sans clothes. My pulse quickened.
He led me to a door, unlocked it and said, "This was here when we
bought the house ten years ago. Probably was supposed to be a rec room
or something, but I've made some improvements."
I noticed that the door was of exterior quality and weight and was
very thoroughly insulated. The room was about twelve by fifteen. At one
end of the room was a reclining easy chair and a small table next to it. The
other end had a wooden contraption, with lots of straps and gears. The
wall in front of this strange device, that looked like something from a
torture chamber, had a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Above it two chains hung
down from sturdy hooks in the ceiling.
"Wonder board," said Bill, taping the walls. "Much better
insulation that standard wall board."
"Yes, but---"
"You'll see what that's all about when Sophie joins us."
I walked around the room while we waited, stopping at a large
metal storage cabinet. I opened a drawer and my pulse quickened as I saw I
neatly organized collection of dildos, vibrators, lubricants, paddles and
other stuff that I couldn't identify. I picked up something that that was
made of leather and Velcro, and had a D-ring attached to the middle. After
studying it for a minute I concluded that it was the right size and shape to
fit around someone's neck and that the D-ring could be attached to... I
looked again and saw a leash, the kind you'd use for a dog.
"You've been a busy man," I said.
"And it's all your fault," he said and chuckled.
"I feel... just terrible," I said and grinned at him.
We heard the faint sound of a knock and he opened the door. In
stepped Sophie, her expression concerned and her eyes wide as she took in
the room, quite obviously for the first time as it now was.
Bill closed the door and locked it and Sophie's eyes darted to him
when she heard the click of the lock.
"Strip," said her father.
"Dad!" she cried and her eyes darted between Bill and me.
Bill strolled over to the chair and picked up something long and thin
that was leaning up against one side. It was a riding crop, and he tapped it
against his palm as he approached Sophie.
"I'd do what he says," I said.
Sophie looked over, pleading with me with her eyes but soon
realized she had no option. She took her clothes off with a resigned and
embarrassed expression on her face, stopping when she was down to her
bra and panties. She looked hopefully at her father.
"Everything," be barked.
Her clothes in a pile on the floor, Sophie stood awkwardly, her
hands demurely covering her pussy and as much of her breasts as she
could. Bill left her there and went over to the wooden contraption and
made some adjustments to a wooden plank at the bottom.
"Come here, Sophie," he said.
He had her step onto the plank and then fastened straps around one
ankle, then the next. The straps were made of leather and Velcro, and
fastened quite snugly around her ankles, but could, I suspected, be
unfastened by the bound girl with enough sustained effort. Sophie had to
spread her legs wide to reach the second foothold and Bill quickly fastened
her in place. Bill got up and came over to where I was standing and got
two leather straps from the open drawer. He whispered to me, "You might
want to get out of those clothes, Jake."
I went over and sat in the room's only chair to remove my shoes
and socks. Bill went back to Sophie and wrapped the straps around her
wrists, one at a time. He then nudged her forward and her body titled
forward until her lower belly rested against an upholstered part of his
invention. He then raised her arms and clipped the D-ring on each wrist
restraint to the ends of the chains hanging down from the ceiling.
Naked and sporting a raging erection, I approached the bound
Sophie. Bill pointed out a few levers that would allow me to raise or lower
the position of the girl, depending on her height, my height and, I quickly
figured, which hole one intended to use. He whispered some instructions
in my ear then moved around the contraption, between Sophie and the
mirror.
"So Sophie, you think we should punish Angela for blackmailing
you and Jake?"
"Yes," she said.
"But you don't want her punishment to be this---" he said and
nodded to me. I was behind Sophie, my cock at the ready, and at his signal
I drove it to the hilt in Sophie's cunt.
"Ohhhh," cried Sophie as I bottomed out. "Jesus Christ, Jake!"
Her father held up his hand for quiet and said, "Don't you think it
would be a punishing experience for Angela to have Jake's cock rammed
into her tight, virgin snatch?"
He signaled me again and I withdrew my cock and slammed it back
home. Then again, and again, until he signaled me to stop after a dozen
brutal thrusts.
"What about it, Sophie. Would "the little bitch" as you're so fond
of calling her, enjoy this treatment?"
"N--No," said Sophie, breathing hard.
"But you do, don't you Sophie?" he asked, pulling her nipples, then
twisting them hard.
"Yes!" she cried.
Bill went back to the cabinet and retrieved two metallic things,
which I didn't recognize until he clamped them on to each of Sophie's
nipples and tightened them until she winced. Bill walked around to me and
said, "Fuck her, Jake."
I didn't need to be asked a second time. Sophie's cunt was tight,
wet and warm around my cock as I began fucking her. I could see her
reflection perfectly in the mirror. Her face, showing an erotic mixture of
pain and pleasure and her melon-sized breasts hanging free, jiggling as I
rutted into her, the clamps hanging painfully from her long, thick nipples.
Sophie came first and the action of her cunt pulsing and throbbing around
my cock sent me over the edge and I blasted my cum deep in her cunt.
After several moments spent enjoying the aftereffects of this
amazing fuck I withdrew my cock from Sophie. Bill Patterson, I now
noticed, was also nude and his seven-inch cock was fully erect and shiny
from a coating of lubricant. I fell into the chair and watched as Bill took
my place behind Sophie. He adjusted the height lever, ratcheting Sophie
down a few inches. He had the riding crop in his right hand.
"You need to be punished too, Sophie, for calling your sister a
bitch. I want you to count with me, to twelve."
Whack! He didn't hit her that hard but the sound was quite loud
and Sophie winced.
"One," she said, her voice brittle.
"Thank me," he said.
"Thank you, father."
Whack!
"T---Two... thank you, father."
This went on until he had lashed her twelve times. I could see that
her ass was quite pink and her eyes wet when he finished.
"Now, Sophie, I want you to remember the punishment you just
received before you answer my next question. Oh, and remember who was
the root cause of your punishment."
Bill let the crop fall to the floor and stepped closer to Sophie. His
hands gripped her ass cheeks and she winced as he spread them and
positioned the greasy head of his cock against her anus. I got out of the
chair and approached to get a better view.
"When we punish Angela," he said, looking into his daughter's eyes
in the mirror, "should we stop after Jake rapes her virgin cunt?"
Sophie's eyes widened and I watched Bill ease his cock slowly into
his daughter's ass.
"Oh, Gawwwwd," cried Sophie as her father corked her until his
front was fully up against her cheeks, his cock buried in her ass.
He pulled his cock out and paused. "I need an answer Sophie," he
said as he drove his cock to the hilt in one steady thrust. Bill wasn't as
large as I but his cock wasn't small either, and I was pretty sure from
watching Sophie's face that she was feeling this fuck in every nerve in her
body.
"Ohhhh," cried Sophie. "Yes... no, I mean---"
Bill eased his cock back and corked her again, then again. "Tell
Jake and I what you think we should do to punish Angela," he said. Each
time she seemed to catch her breath he corked her again, faster. He was
soon fucking her steadily and I could see his hand wrap around one thigh
and reach for Sophie's sex.
"Oh, God..." said Sophie. "I think Jake... should fuck her... rape
the bitch's cunt... oh.... oh... and you... should.... daddy, you... should...
ahhhhh... fuck her slut ass!"
Sophie came in great gasps and tremors while her father calmly,
steadily fucked her ass. I was amazed that he didn't cum. Instead, he
continued sodomizing his daughter for another ten minutes, cuming at last
when Sophie cried out with her third orgasm of the night.
Chapter Thirteen - "Angela Gets Her Wish"
Given my incestuous relationship with my sister Cathy, I probably
shouldn't have been as surprised as I was by Bill Patterson's behavior. I
think it was the rapid transformation that amazed me, from a uninspired but
monogamous lover for Joan to a guy who turns a basement rec room into a
d&s studio, butt-fucks his oldest daughter and plans the vaginal and anal
deflowerment of his thirteen year-old.
Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was sure looking forward
to fucking Angela and I enjoyed the effect he was having on Sophie. Her
natural inclination for the submissive role in sex games blossomed after the
session with Bill. It was as if fucking her dad freed her from any lingering
guilt about enjoying kinky sex.
- o -
Sophie and I confronted Angela and discovered, to nobody's
surprise, that she wanted me to fuck her in exchange for her silence. We
called her bluff and told her that she could tell her dad and we would just
have to take what came.
- o -
We had the three-way with Jack the following week, on a Friday
night when Jerry, my dad, was out bowling and Cathy was on a date.
Sophie got an incredible workout that night. She was at our house for
almost four hours and for almost all of that time had Jack's cock or mine in
one of her three holes. She must have cum a dozen times, the last two
while she was sandwiched between the two of us, my cock in her cunt,
Jack's in her ass.
- o -
On his own, Jack had been dating Wendy Glendennon and had
managed to fuck her twice. Wendy was a real beauty, with long brown
hair, hazel eyes, medium-sized breasts and long, shapely legs. Jack was a
long way from having the kind of relationship I had with Sophie, but he
was working on it. She was not yet into anything kinky but Jack told me
that she came like crazy when they fucked or when he ate her.
- o -
Two weeks after Angela had given us the ultimatum she still hadn't
gone through with her threat and talked to Bill. He and I worked up a plan
for Angela, scheduling it for a Saturday night. Ralph was to sleep over at a
friend's house and we figured on sending Joan and Sophie out to dinner and
a movie. When we discussed this plan with them they insisted that we film
the proceedings.
That evening I hid at the top of the basement stairs, just off the
kitchen, when Sophie and Joan left for their night out. Angela was miffed
at not being invited but was mollified by the explanation that the movie was
too adult for her and that she'd go the next time.
"C'mere Angela, sit," I heard Bill say, a few moments after they'd
left.
"Sure, dad. What's up," she said and sat down. The basement door
was open a crack and I could just see Angela's profile from where I stood
hidden.
"I imagine you're a little confused by what you witnessed last
month, between Jake and your mom."
There was a pause before Angela said, "You know?" Her
expression was one of surprise and disappointment.
He gave her the explanation that we had discussed a few weeks
before, that he was incapable of fathering a child and that they had selected
Jake, with Sophie's approval, to try to impregnate Joan.
"And it worked, Angela. Your mom's pregnant."
"Oh my God!" she said.
He let this sink in before continuing. "But, Angela, I'm not happy
about your attempt to blackmail your sister."
Angela blushed and said, "You know about that, too?"
"Jake told me. I can understand your attraction to Jake but it was
underhanded to do what you did."
Angela's head dropped and she inspected the kitchen table, her face
quite red. "I know, dad, that I wasn't being fair to Sophie. Boy, I've really
screwed this up, haven't I."
"Well, maybe not," said Bill. "You really like Jake, don't you."
"Yes," she said, "and I know he wants me."
"Do you really think you're ready for that? Having sex, I mean."
A lot depended on her answer to this question. If she said no or
waffled in any way the rest of the plan would be called off.
"I'm more than ready, daddy," she said. "Sometimes I think I'm
gonna bust."
This was my signal and I tiptoed down the basement stairs in my
bare feet and entered Bill's rec room. I had thrown a blanket over Bill's
bondage device and moved the chair to one corner in order to allow more
space on the thickly carpeted floor. In a minute or two the door knob
turned, the door opened and Angela entered.
"My God, it is you," she said when she saw me, her eyes lighting
up. "I can't believe this is really happening."
I closed the door behind her and embraced the young girl. We
stood and kissed for several minutes and Angela's breathing was rapid
when we finally broke.
"Sophie said it would be okay," I said and her eyes widened in
surprise, "but only if your dad punishes you for what you did. Is that fair
enough?"
"Oh God, yes, Jake!" she said.
I led her over to the chair and sat her down, then took a step away
from her. I watched her cute, expectant face and slowly began to undress,
starting with the button's on my shirt.
"Have you ever seen a boy or man naked?" I asked.
"Ah, no," she said. "Not really."
I removed my shirt and tossing it aside. Her glance took in my
chest and the bulge in my pants. I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my
pants. I saw Angela swallow out of nervousness as I pulled down the
zipper and pulled my pants down and off. Her eyes were on the bulge in
my Jockey shorts. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips when I hooked
my thumbs under the waistband and slowly peeled the shorts over my semi-
hard cock.
"Oh!" she said when my cock sprung free. I pushed the shorts to
the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them towards my other clothes.
In my present state, my cock was about seven inches long, erect enough to
stick out from my body but not yet horizontal. Her eyes were glued to my
cock, and stayed that way when I stepped forward until the front of my
shins pressed against her chair, my cock less than a foot from her face.
"Touch it," I said, and put my hands on my hips.
She reached up and tentatively touched my cock, tracing it's length
to the base and then back to the head. I let her explore for a minute or so.
"It's so big," she whispered. Her other hand reached up and her
fingers circled the shaft and squeezed lightly. My cock jerked in response
and grew longer, thicker in her hand.
"Hold it tighter," I said and her fingers clamped harder around the
shaft. "Slide your hand up and down my cock."
She did as instructed and her eyes widened as it grew to it's full nine
inches.
"Kiss it," I said, "and lick the head.... that's good... now continue
that while you feel my balls... that's were my sperm comes from. When I
cum, a thick white liquid gets pumped from my balls to my cock, where it
rushes down a small pipe and comes out at the tip."
"I know the theory," she said and giggled.
"Open your mouth," I said. "I want you to suck my cock."
"Like... a blow job?" she asked.
"Uh huh. Just so you know, we're going to start with a blow job.
You'll suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. When Sophie first did this,
she was surprised my the force of my ejaculation, and couldn't swallow the
cum fast enough. We'll see if you can do better."
I could see the sisterly rivalry in her eyes and knew she'd do her
best to swallow my cum. "Then I'll sit down and you'll undress for me. I'll
play with your body some and then I'll lick your cunt. That's called, 'going
down' or 'eating you out'. After you've cum we will fuck. Okay?"
She smiled and nodded, then moved forward on the chair and
eagerly stretched her lips over the head. Her mouth was warm and wet and
the precocious girl began sucking immediately, her green eyes looking up
at me for guidance.
"That's good," I said and smiled down at her. I brought my hands
to her head and combed my fingers into her red hair so I had a good grip.
"Deeper," I said and pulled her head forward. She began to gag so
I pulled back and out, and let her get her breath. She went back very
quickly, taking the head into her mouth and sliding forward, with no help
from me, until four inches of my cock were enveloped in her small mouth.
I coached her to flick her tongue on the cock, just under the head and to
keep her teeth back. She had understandably little technique but her mouth
felt good and the eroticism of a thirteen year-old enthusiastically sucking
my cock caused my balls to tingle in anticipation. After another minute or
two I knew I was about to erupt.
"I'm gonna cum soon," I warned. "Look at me, Angela, I want to
see your eyes... yes, baby... that's good... your eyes are so pretty... and it's
so sexy to watch you... suck me... oh, yes."
It was a treat to watch the girl's face as I came. Her eyes widened
when the first blast coated her tonsils and I was sure she would choke. But
her lovely face took on resolve and she swallowed, frantically, just in time
for the second jet. She reacted better this time, hardly flinching as my cum
splashed against her throat, swallowing quickly, and her eyes refocused on
mine as she took the next jet and those that followed. Her eyes sparkled in
triumph as she succeeded in sucking me dry and not losing a single drop. I
was quite impressed and proud of my thirteen-year old cock-sucker.
- o -
"That was fantastic," I said, pulling her from the chair and into my
arms. I kissed her long and hard, my tongue exploring her mouth.
"Thank you," she said when we broke. "I liked doing that."
"You like sucking cock?" I said, smiling at her and trading places
before sitting down in the chair.
"I love sucking your cock, Jake. I love everything about you."
Her face was earnest and alive and it broke my heart to say, "I like
you a lot, Angela, but differently than Sophie. Sophie is my girlfriend.
She's... I can imagine marrying her and raising a family. But I love what
we're doing now, and I'm looking forward to what we'll do later, together.
Do you understand the difference?"
"No." she said, smiling. "But I can live with it. With you and
Sophie, I mean."
I pulled her to me and held my head against her chest. Her fingers
combed through my hair and she said, "You're honest with me, Jake. I
know you love Sophie and that I'm much younger and... smaller. I don't
have her breasts---"
"Whoa," I said, lifted my head and looking into her face. "I don't
love Sophie because she has big breasts, or because she's my age... or
because she's left-handed. I can't tell you why but I love her."
I put my head back on her chest and said, "But being with you,
Angela, right now, is very special to me. If I had a choice between your
making love to your sister or you... well, I'm glad I don't have to choose. I
want you."
She exhaled audibly and held my head to her chest for several
minutes. I could here her heart beating and luxuriated in her hands
combing through my hair.
"You want to see me naked?" she said at last, pushing herself away
from me.
"Yes," I said. "And I don't want to see Sophie. I'm dying to see
you, Angela. Your breasts. Your cunt. Show me."
She began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers racing as she went
from button to button.
"Slow down, Angela. Tease me. Show me a little at a time."
She took a calming breath and continued, more slowly, to unbutton
her blouse. When it was undone, she left it on and unfastened her pants.
The little minx turned and pulled her pants down while facing away from
me, and this brought her tight, panty-covered ass within two feet of my
face. I took me a second or two to realize she had paused, her ass sticking
straight at me, the dark crack visible through her panties, and was watching
me upside-down from between her slender legs. I held her eyes in mine
and reached out to caress her ass, then I pinched her firm flesh and she
straightened and turned.
"You're bad," she said.
She pulled her blouse off, leaving her in only her bra and panties.
Reaching behind her back, she unlatched her bra and slid it forward, off her
breasts. Her face colored as she tossed her bra into the pile of clothes and
stood before me with her smallish white breasts pointing proudly out from
her small frame. The twin peaks were conical and firm and the aureoles
and nipples seemed disproportional large, both engorged by her passion
and fully erect. I couldn't take my eyes off her young breasts even as he
shimmied her panties down and off and tossed them away.
"Come here," I said, my voice rough.
She took a step toward me and I leaned forward, holding her in my
arms and pulling her toward me, my mouth swallowing a breast, sucking on
the firm flesh for all I was worth. In the back of my mind I was aware of
her fingers in my hair and of her knees buckling as I devoured her ripe
young flesh in my mouth. I slipped off the first breast and fastened by
mouth on the second, sucking it fully into my mouth then slowly pulling
back until the thickly engorged aureole and nipple remained between my
teeth. Softly, gently I chewed on the spongy flesh until her cries broke
through the fog of my brain.
I rose then, moving quickly, and carried her to the ground. My
mouth moved down her slender body, kissing and licking as I went, over
her belly, in her cute button, down a sparsely covered valley to her sex.
My hands slid up and squeezed her firm mounds as my mouth descended
on her cunt. I lost all track of time as my tongue foraged in her sex,
assaulting her woman-like clit and stabbing deeply into her core. I didn't
stop until she pulled my head off with her hands laced in my hair, and
slowly regained my remaining senses as I stared up past her trembling body
and precocious tits to her flushed face.
"That's enough!" she cried and her words broke through and
calmed my runaway passions. "I can't take anymore," she said, and my
brain cleared long enough to realize that I'd licked her through two
orgasms and that the sweet nectar of her orgasms coated my face.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said and I could feel her body shudder. My fingers
could tell that every muscle in her body was alive and tense. Half of them
wanted to push her sex back against my mouth for more and the other half
cried out for respite against the intensity of her recent climax.
"I got carried away," I said, panting.
"That's... okay," she said then laughed. Her eyes were closed and
she laid back in a relaxed state of release. Her small breasts, covered with
my saliva, rose and fell with her breathing.
My cock was now fully recovered and the passions that had so
enveloped me while I feasted on her cunt returned as I looked at the young
ripening body before me. Normally I might have given her a few minutes
respite, but the devil had me and I spread her legs wide and positioned my
cock at her sex.
"Oh!" she said and her eyes popped open.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," I growled, stabbing my cock into her
tiny opening. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent scream as I
drove my cock into her hole. The friction of her tight passage slowed me
after several inches. I paused for only as long as it took to pull back an
inch or two and lunged forward, driving my cock another three or four
inches into her vice-like cunt. I heard a noise in my ear but it didn't register
that this was a cry of pain. Like an animal I fed on it, pulling back a ways
and driving forward again until my cock was fully and tightly lodged in her
young sex.
"Stop!" she cried, and the reality of what I was doing slowly
seeped into my overheated brain. My brain slowly registered that I was
brutally fucking a thirteen year-old girl. I froze where I was, buried to the
hilt in her previously virgin cunt, my cock throbbing in the incredible
tightness of her cunt. I rose to look down on her face and saw the pain
and fright in her tear-filled eyes.
I kissed her lips gently, time and time again, then kissed her nose,
her cheeks and her tightly closed eyes, hoping that she'd forgive me this
brutal taking of her virginity. After what seemed like an eternity her eyes
opened and she smiled gamely up at me.
"I was too hard," I said and kissed her again, gently, then deeper,
thrusting my tongue into her mouth and wrestling with hers.
"You have me out of my mind," I said, then laughed and kissed her
again. "I've never been so out-of-control."
Her eyes regarded me and her lips curled into a smile. I recovered
some of my senses and remembered, suddenly, that I'd forgotten the most
basic precaution. Despite being reminded by all three Patterson's of
Angela's lack of protection, I'd forgotten to put on a condom.
"Jake O'Leary, you dumb Irish shit," I said aloud and pulled slowly
out of Angela. "I forgot to put on a condom."
Angela smiled at me and said, "I would love to have your baby,
Jake. Just like mom will."
I kept my face reasonable neutral, recognizing her love for me, and
reached for the foil packet that I'd placed nearby. I stretched the condom
over the head of my cock and was unrolling it down when I saw it, or
rather, didn't see it. There was no blood on my cock. I thought back over
the last several minutes and felt sure that I would have remembered ripping
through her membrane, even in the state I was in.
With the condom in place I mounted the girl again and eased my
cock slowly into her narrow cunt. I paused about half way in and looked
down into Angela's lovely face. Her eyes were filled with adoration.
"Who had you first," I asked, gently.
She blushed and lied, "You, silly... you're my first."
I shook my head and repeated the question,
"Please, Jake, I can't tell you."
I took several minutes to coax it out of her, and it was my threat of
ending our evening that convinced her to tell.
"It was Ralph," she said, her color bright red.
I eased my cock all the way into her.
"Tell me about it," I said and slowly withdrew my cock. Her
nostrils flared and her tongue slid out to wet her lips.
"He, um, caught me... doing something," she said.
I slid back in and she exhaled audibly at the feeling of my cock
stretching her narrow tunnel and filling her sex.
"Were you playing with yourself? Masturbating?"
"Yes," she said.
"And he threatened to tell your folks?"
"Uh huh."
My lips curled into an ironic smile at this piece of news. Incest was
rapidly spreading in the Patterson family. Maybe I was the carrier. Sophie
and Joan, sharing a lover and eating each other's pussies. Bill sodomizing
one daughter and soon the other. Now I learn that Ralph put aside his love
of video games long enough to fuck his young sister. I laughed to myself,
thinking that Bill might need to make extra keys to this room and hand
them out at some family dinner.
I returned my attention to the young girl beneath me, her normally
angelic face now flushed with adult passion. As her passage stretched to
accommodate my thick cock and her natural lubricant made the impossible
narrow path slicker I increased my pace. I brought one hand up to a breast
and kneaded the firm mound and rolled the nipple between my fingers,
"Oh... Oh... Oh," she chanted and I knew she was close. Her eyes
were wide open, no longer focused on me or anything else, as her senses
focused on one thing, the cock fucking her cunt and the feelings of her
rapidly-approaching climax. When she came she cried out and her cunt
sprayed her effusion all over my cock. Her hips pushed up against me as
waves of pleasure dominated her senses, and were reflected on her young
face.
- o -
I turned the semi-conscious Angela over onto her front and moved
her so her head was pointed toward the opposite corner of the room from
the door and Bill's device. It was approached the time we agreed to for his
arrival, and I wanted to finish fucking Angela before she saw him. I pulled
her hips up and propped her knees under them. Her head rested on her
forearms, on the floor.
I entered her again, from the rear, marveling at the tightness of her
cunt, and began fucking her. Unlike her sister Sophie, who moved her hips
erotically and pushed back against my cock, Angela merely braced herself
and took the pounding I gave her. I didn't mind the unilateral nature of this
fuck, however, and my passions climbed as I hammered my cock into her
tight cunt, slapping my front into her small firm cheeks with every thrust.
My brain clouded over as it had earlier when I ate her cunt and shoved my
cock brutally into her not-quite virgin cunt. I wasn't making love to this
girl, not anymore. In my foggy brain I was raping her, using an anonymous
cunt for my pleasure, ramming my hard cock into her defenseless hole. I
came finally, thoroughly enjoying the exquisite release, and realized dimly
that she too was crying out, climaxing, as my erupting cock hammered into
her core.
- o -
I pushed Angela off my cock and she collapsed on the floor and
curled into a fetal position, only half-conscious. I rose on wobbly legs and
turned, noticing only now that Bill had entered the room at some point
during my brutal fuck of his youngest daughter. His face was flushed with
lust and his erect cock tented the robe he wore.
He put a finger to his lips for quiet and I nodded. I pulled the cum-
filled condom off my cock, cleaned myself with a wad of tissues then
wrapped up the mess and tossed it into the wastebasket. Groggy and
terribly thirsty, I searched for my clothes. Unable to find my jockeys, and
not caring much anyway, I pulled my pants on and zipped my them
carefully over my still-sizable cock.
Bill meanwhile had uncovered the bondage structure and was
standing over the prone body of his well-fucked daughter. I was leaving
the room, desperate for something to drink when I heard Angela's cry.
"Daddy!"
I looked back inside the room and saw Angela scrambling into the
corner, her hands furtively trying to cover her nakedness.
"It's time for your punishment," I heard Bill say just before I closed
the door.
- o -
I'd never tasted anything so good as the beer I drank when I got
upstairs. I finished it quickly and opened a second. I lingered over this
beer, drinking it slowly and imaging how little Angela was taking her
punishment. After about twenty minutes I finished the beer and drew a
glass of water and returned to the basement.
Bill had removed his robe and was standing behind his bound
daughter, fucking his cock slowly but steadily into her ass. I saw Angela's
face in the mirror, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. I walked
around to face her and lifted her head enough to bring the glass up to her
lips. I poured a small amount into her mouth and she swallowed, her face
showing gratitude, and parted her lips for more. I slowly fed her the
water in small doses until she had finished the glass.
"Thank you, Jake," she said, and smiled gamely. "Oh!"
I looked up and saw that Bill's arm was wrapped around her slender
thigh, his fingers busy in her cunt. I crouched so I was even with Angela
and covered her lips with mine. She kissed me back, hungrily and moaned
in disappointment when I broke the kiss. I lowered myself to my haunches
and removed the clamps that Bill had applied to her young nipples. I
replaced them with my mouth, sucking her entire young breast into my
mouth and feasting on the ripening mound. I continued, moving from one
breast to the other, until Angela came from the triple assault on her breasts,
cunt and ass. Bill announced that he was coming and grunted through his
release. I pulled my mouth off Angela's breast to watch her face as she
climaxed, and it was a beautiful thing to see.
When she finished her eyes refocused on me, crouching under her,
and she smiled, her adoration clear.
"Will you... take me now, like daddy did?"
"No, babe. I think you've been through enough. You've done
terrific!"
Her lips curved into a shy smile, then she pulled her lips into a
straight line and a determined look cross her features.
"I want you to... I want to feel your cock in my bottom... I want to
feel you cum. Please, Jake."
When I got in position behind her and stepped out of my pants, I
found her tiny anus still dilated from Bill's fuck, his cum leaking out. I
concluded our evening with Angela gently fucking my cock in and out of
her ass, never going more than two-thirds of the way in, amazed that I
could fit, until I exploded deep inside her ass. Angela watched me in the
mirror as I hosed her bowels, and her expression was one of serene
happiness.
Chapter Fourteen - "Wendy"
It was the last day of school and I was hanging out, waiting for
Sophie, next to the tree where I had first kissed her. My mind was
wandering, thinking about that day and how far we'd come.
"Hi there," I heard and shook my head clear to focus on the girl
standing in front of me. It was Wendy, Jack's girlfriend.
"Hello," I said, and was surprised when she moved in and kissed
me, her mouth forcing mine open and her tongue sliding in. Despite the
fact that Jack and I were identical twins, we were usually easy to identify
because I wore my hair kinda long and Jake wore his much shorter. As I
kissed Wendy back I realized that she'd mistaken me for Jack because he'd
been without a haircut for weeks and I'd just cut mine.
She broke the kiss finally and smiled into my face. Our arms were
around each other and our bodies pressed close. She looked puzzled for a
second and then said, "You're not Jack."
"My God," I said, "and you're not Sophie."
She was still laughing when I saw Sophie approach over Wendy's
shoulder.
"Hi, Sophie," I said. "Wendy just finished rearranging my tonsils."
Wendy blushed and turned to face Sophie. Sophie smiled and said,
"Should I scratch your eyes out?"
"I thought he was Jack," said Wendy.
"Likely story," she said, her face smiling. We walked together.
"They even kiss alike," said Wendy. "It's eerie."
"I know," said Sophie.
"Oh?" said Wendy. "You've made the same mistake?"
Sophie, who had done more than kiss Jack, having taken his cock in
every hole she had, recovered nicely.
"Same mistake."
- o -
I mentioned the episode to Jack that evening after we had spent
hours with dad going over plans for the house. An architect had taken
Dad's preliminary designs and done a great job improving on them, adding
the important details of wiring and plumbing, and had create finished plans
and blueprints. We wouldn't officially own the house for another month,
but the executor of the estate selling the property agreed to allow us to
start the following week. We were going to spend a good part of Saturday
walking through the house and making a thorough plan for the demolition
of the cracked and sagging walls and ceilings.
"Isn't she a great kisser," he said.
"Yes," I said. She had my cock feeling it when she kissed me and
her body felt great pressed up against mine.
"How is it going with her?" I asked. "Any chance she might agree
to a three-way?"
I knew I wasn't being fair to Jack, but her kiss had me thinking of
her.
"Jake," he said, "not every girl is as open to new experiences as
Sophie. For Christ's sake, I still haven't fucked her ass yet. I know I owe
you one, for letting me join you and Sophie. But I'm not there yet with
Wendy."
His relationship with Wendy suffered from a severe case of
overprotective parents. Her folks were Baptists and very serious about
their daughter remaining a virgin until marriage. I was amazed he got to
bed Wendy as often as he did, which I figured was once a week, at best.
Most times they fucked here and they only had that opportunity because
her folks mistakenly figured that my father, a ranking policeman, would
guard her virtue as carefully as they did. She was not on the pill, and Jake
kept a supply of condoms in our room, in Cathy's car and on his person.
"Hey, bro," said Jack while I was lost in thought. "I have an idea...
how about we pull a switch and you pretend that you're me."
"You think that would work?" I asked, doubtful but excited.
"Don't you think she'd pick up on something we do differently?"
Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "We had the same teacher."
As I drifted off to sleep I gave it some thought. It wasn't as if I was
lacking for sex or sex partners. Sophie and I fucked regularly and it was
great every time. She let me enjoy Angela every once in a while. Angela
was now on the pill, which I thought was wise giving that she was very
likely still putting out for her brother Ralph. His threat to tell her parents
about catching her masturbating was as empty a threat as I could imagine.
But he didn't know that and she was unlikely to tell him. It was clear to me
that the occasional fuck from me or her dad couldn't possibly keep the little
minx happy. My last time with Angela was quite a thrill, and told me
volumes about her sessions with Bill. She dressed in a small baby-doll
nightgown, did her hair up in pigtails, and called me Uncle Jake while she
sucked on a lollipop. I convinced my young "niece" to suck on my lollipop
instead. Later she objected strenuously when I insisted on putting my
"thing" in her "cunny", and her fists beat weakly against my chest as I raped
the little girl.
The previous weekend I'd even got to have sex with Joan again.
Bill, Sophie, Joan and I had been sitting in their backyard patio drinking
iced tea when she complained in a good-natured way about being pregnant.
"I started with a husband who didn't make love to me enough.
Now I've got a husband who ignores me because I'm getting fat and ugly,
and who'd rather fuck his pretty young daughters."
Bill laughed and said, "Poor dear."
I stood up and offered my hand to Joan. She took it and tossed a
smile at Bill while I pulled her to her feet.
"Well at least there's one gallant man around here."
I took her upstairs and we made love, twice. The second course
had her on top, riding my cock, and I could see no sign that she was
pregnant. I told her so and she smiled and said that it would be another
month before she's begin to show.
"And in two months, maybe three, I'll be so fat no one will want to
fuck me."
Bill had come in moments before and heard this comment.
"Jake and I will promise to fuck you even after you're as big as a
house," he said, stripping off his clothes.
"You're such a gentleman, Bill," she said, rocking back and forth on
my cock.
Bill lubed his cock with K-Y jelly and got up on the bed behind his
wife.
"Oh!" she gasped when she felt his finger on her anus. A minute
later, Bill entered her slowly with her body pressed down on top of me, and
I could feel his cock worm its way into her ass through the walls that
separated her two holes.
"When it rains it pours," she said. Joan came twice before Bill and
I dumped our loads in her ass and cunt.
As I lay in bed, thinking of all the great sex I was enjoying, I still
couldn't get Wendy out of my mind. I resolved to quiz Jack all about his
relationship with her so that I had a good chance to pass myself off as him,
and fuck Wendy. By now I was sporting a raging hard on. I could hear
Jack sleeping in his bed and considered jacking off. I crawled out of bed
and went out to the hall, intending to go in the bathroom and take care of
my condition. But I paused and noticed Cathy's door and quickly decided
to enter. I stepped into the dark room and quietly made my way over to
the bed, stripped off my jockey's and eased into bed.
Cathy was sleeping on her side, facing away from me, and I slid
over and pressed myself against her warm body. She was wearing a
nightshirt but it had rode up and nothing separated my hard cock from the
cheeks of her ass.
"Mmmm," she said, waking slowly. "Jack, can't you let a person
sleep?"
"I couldn't sleep." I whispered and didn't correct her mistake of my
identity.
"Okay, Jack," she said and rolled onto her tummy. I followed and
mounted her and she arched her hips to give me access to her cunt. She
was dry at first, so it took a minute or so to get inside her. I fucked her
slowly and in silence until my cock tingled and jerked, dumping my load
deep inside.
- o -
Jack and I arrived at the Victorian early Monday morning and
supervised the placement of the large dumpster we had rented to hold the
tremendous volume of lathe and plaster that was sure to result from our
restoration. We set up a long flexible tube from a second floor window,
leading down into the dumpster, and started in that room. We wore safety
glasses and masks over our mouths and, using sledge hammers, crow bars
and other tools, attacked the walls. Ripping down the century-old walls
created an absolute mess of the floors and of us. The ceiling was even
worse as the debris had to fall ten feet to reach the floor. The plaster
smashed itself into dust when it hit the floor, and it was hard to see through
the cloud of white dust.
We spent several times as much time cleaning up the mounds of
debris as we did creating them. Jack told me about Wendy as we worked:
what he called her when they were intimate (babe), the names of all her
friends and family and a sentence or two about each, and on and on. By
the end of the first day we had completed only one and a half rooms and
our bodies ached.
As the week went on we had friends coming over to pitch in and
help, and we got smarter about doing the work. It moved along. Jill,
Marion's daughter, joined us beginning in mid-week and was a tireless
worker. In her honor we did her room next, stripping the walls and
ceilings down to the studs.
Wendy came by one afternoon and I met her at the door. Jill and a
friend of ours were upstairs helping Jack clear debris. My hair, clothes and
face were white from the dust, except where the goggles and mask
protected parts of my face.
"Hi," she said. "Jack?"
I lifted the goggles to my forehead and pulled the mask down.
"If I say yes can I have another kiss?"
"Jake," she said, smiling. "You're incorrigible."
"True," I said. "No kiss, huh?"
She shook her head and took my arm. "You can show me the
house, though."
I gave her a tour of the first floor, then turned her over to Jack
when we reached the battle zone that was the second floor. Jack
introduced her to Jill and then gave me a pointed look before announcing
that he'd show Wendy the third floor.
Ten minutes later when Jack and Wendy still hadn't come down, Jill
said she'd go get them and started for the stairs.
"Jill," I called and she turned.
"Why don't we leave them alone for awhile," I suggested, gently.
"Why? I thought our break was over."
"Jill..." I paused before continuing, "they don't get much time
together, where they can be alone."
Jill thought about this for a second and her expression changed.
"You mean they're---" She didn't finish the sentence but blushed instead.
"There aren't any beds up there," she said, under her breath, not
expecting any response.
"Young love can solve all sorts of obstacles," I said and we
returned to work.
- o -
Cathy started work that same Monday at a law office downtown, as
a secretary and general go-fer for a woman who had gone to law school
with Marion. She was a temporary replacement for a girl who was out on
maternity leave. She wore the same blue business suit that she had worn
for her date with Bill Patterson. According to Marion, who got a report
from her friend, her presence reduced the productivity of the young male
associates to near zero has they found excuse after excuse to wander by her
desk and chat.
- o -
The next day, Tuesday, Jack and I found an extra mattress that
we'd been storing in our garage, and tied it on top of the car. We set up
the bed in a third-floor room of the Victorian and put sheets on it. We cut
some flowers from the garden and put them in a vase on the dusty window
ledge, but it was still a dreary, if convenient, room.
"I think I'm ready for Wendy," I announced after we'd finished.
"Oh?" he said.
"Yeah, and I think it's best to do it here. It's hard enough to tell us
apart when we're washed up and clean. Covered in dust it'll be impossible
for her to know I'm Jake."
"Unless you screw up," he said.
"Well, there's always that possibility."
He quizzed me about Wendy while we worked that day, adding
some things he'd forgotten to mention. This continued until Sophie and her
brother Ralph came over to help. I had not spent much time with Ralph and
found him both helpful and an interesting guy to chat with. He had
improved a lot from the quiet kid of a few months ago, who's only mission
in life seemed to be video games. I figured that fucking his sister Angela
was doing him a world of good.
Marion and Jill came over after five o'clock, and Jill and Ralph
worked together as a team clearing debris, while Marion planted some
things in the back yard. Sophie and I managed to sneak upstairs for a
quickie. We had just finished when the door opened and Jill stuck her head
in.
"Oh!" she said and backed out. "Sorry" I heard through the door.
"Oh, shit," I said. We hadn't undressed more than was necessary to
get my cock into her cunt, as quickly as possible, but my pants and Jockey's
were pushed half-way down my legs and Sophie was naked from the waist
down. Jill must have seen enough to know we were fucking.
"How old is she?"
"Jill's twelve," I said. "Real nice kid."
"She'll be okay," she Sophie. "Let's get dressed and you can
introduce me to your new sister."
We found Jill outside, helping her mom. I drew her away and
introduced her to Sophie.
"I've heard a lot about you," said Jill, "from all the O'Leary's."
"It's good to meet you," said Sophie. "And I'm sorry about...
y'know---"
"That's okay," said Jill. "I should have knocked."
We finished up an hour later and went home, exhausted. We
showered and dumped our clothes into the washer, then had a big dinner
with Marion, Jill, Sophie and the four O'Leary's. Jack got a call from
Wendy after dinner and she told him she'd be by to help the next afternoon.
I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he told me, and I casually ascertained from
Sophie that she had other plans.
- o -
I talked to Jack about Wendy one last time as we lay in our beds
that night, the lights off.
"She knows you've had other girls, right?"
"Yes. She was curious about how I learned."
After a moment I asked, "Has she told you she won't do anal?"
"No, it's not like that. I've never come out and said, "You, Wendy,
bitch, I want to fuck your ass!" or anything like that."
"But you've talked about it?"
"I've told her that it's one kind of sex that we might want to try,
eventually."
"And her response?"
"She just kinda looks suspicious or doubtful, and quickly changes
the subject."
- o -
The next day I wore Jack's UNC tee shirt to the Victorian, and he
wore a shirt of mine. We worked steadily and completed the last room on
the second floor by early afternoon, then took a break for lunch. When
Wendy showed up we were lounging under a tall elm tree, drinking cokes
and enjoying the shade.
I got up and greeted her with a kiss. "Hi Babe."
"Hi Jack," she said. The look in her eyes told me she was looking
forward to a trip to the third floor retreat.
"Hi Wendy," said Jack. "We just finished the second floor. Not
much for Jack and you to do for awhile."
"Oh Boy," she said and took my hand. Her constant chatter about
her folks saved me from having to say much as we walked upstairs, but I
managed to chuckle or grunt at all the right times. Jack's thorough briefing
really helped. When we entered the third floor bedroom she stopped
talking and nestled herself in my arms.
"This doesn't have to be a quickie?" she asked and kissed me. She
broke the kiss after several seconds.
"No, babe," I said and kissed her again. It was a long, wet, thrilling
kiss that had my cock growing uncomfortably large in my pants.
"What's got into you?" she said, breathing hard, when we broke.
"A certain tall beautiful brunette," I said, "with legs to die for."
"I know we have time," she said as she stripped her tee shirt over
her head, "but I want you inside me, now."
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her medium sized breasts stood firm
from her chest, capped by thick brown nipples. I was so used to the
Patterson red-heads with their pinkish aureoles and nipples that I stared at
her brown nipples before I remembered that I was supposed to be Jack,
and that he'd seen these lovely breasts often.
I tore my eyes away from her tits and knelt to untie my working
boots. My the time I got my boots and socks off and rose, Wendy was
nude, lying in the middle of the mattress. She had her knees up and spread,
and I had a perfect view of her neatly trimmed brown bush and the lips of
her sex. While I watched her hands slid down wand caressed her thighs
and all around her sex.
"Hurry, Jack," she said.
I quickly pulled my tee off and stripped off my pants and Jockey's,
then opened a foil packet and fit the rubber on my cock. I dropped on the
mattress, my mouth directly over her cunt. My tongue found her clit
immediately and it was already hard and stiff. She tasted a little different
from the Patterson women or Cathy, but still delicious.
"I want your cock, Jack," she said, pulling on my hair. "Fuck me."
I rose slowly up her body, kissing and licking as I went, and paused
for several long moments to mouth and suck her luscious, brown-tipped
breasts. But her fingers grabbed my hair again and pulled, so I slid further
up and eased my cock into her wetness. Her fingers traced down my back,
her long fingernails scratched as they went, and then she dug her fingers
into my ass and pulled my forward. I drove to the hilt in her very tight
cunt, and lowered my mouth on hers.
She broke the kiss very quickly and pushed her hips up and me,
"Fuck me, Jack, hard." It was finally becoming clear that Wendy wanted
just what she asked for, a hard fast fuck. I lifted myself on my elbows and
pumped my cock quickly back and forth in her cunt. She was unlike
anyone I had ever fucked, and her athletic body pushed back hard
against me, squirming, fighting, bucking back against me with incredible
spirit and force. She rolled us over at one point and slammed her body up
and down on my cock as her lips curled into a snarl. I grabbed her breasts
and squeezed hard, until she cried out and knocked my hands away.
Pinning my hands against the mattress she bared her teeth and bit my neck
while her hips bounced up and down, slamming into me. I used my weight
and strength advantage to roll her off and was quickly back on top. I
pinned her hands beneath mine, rose above her and hammered my cock as
hard and fast as I could in her cunt. She bent her knees, planted her feet,
and pushed hard against me as I rutted into her. Somehow she managing
to lift her hips off the mattress, and me too, but I drove my cock into her
and forced her back down. She worked one hand free and brought it up to
my chest, scratching the nails painfully into my flesh.
I grabbed the arm and pulled it across her body, turning her. An
idea popped into my head and I acted on it, quickly pulling my cock out
and flipping her over, face down against the bed. I pushed hard on her
back to keep her as still as I could and while my legs and knees battled to
spread her open. It took some doing but I managed to enter her again and
drive my cock hard into her sex. I proceeded to ram my cock into her with
as much force as I could. She continued to struggle until at last she cried
out in orgasm, her pussy clamping hard against my driving cock. I came a
few moments later, my eruption an exquisitely pleasurable ending to this
erotic battle.
"You've got to learn to loosen up during sex," I said five minutes
later when my heartbeat and breathing was back to normal. "You're too
quiet. Too timid."
I was lying on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. Wendy was next
to me, still face down as she was when we finished that frantic fuck. Jack
had mentioned that she was quite active during sex but nothing had
prepared me for Wendy. She laughed and propped her head up on her
elbows and looked at me.
"I'm trying," she said. "But we Baptists need to save out energy for
Church."
"Hallelujah!" I said.
"Amen," she said. I one catlike motion, fluid and quick, she pushed
herself to her feet and walked off the mattress and to the door. "Be right
back, lover."
I closed my eyes and dozed a bit, conscious of the water running in
the bathroom down the hall, and the toilet flushing. I must have fallen
asleep because I woke some time later to the feeling of her fingers on my
cock, pulling off the used condom, followed by the comforting feeling of a
warm, wet washcloth. This was replaced moments later by the even
warmer, wetter feeling of my mouth and she sucked the entire length of my
flaccid cock into her mouth. She had me quite hard inside three minutes,
taking me all the was to the back of her throat on occasion.
"I want to try that again," she said, moving cat-like to her feet and
retrieving a pillow from the top of the bed. I had no idea what "that" was.
Rolling to my side I watched as she placed the pillow on the edge of the
bottom of the mattress. She laid down and edged back until her shoulders
were on the pillow and her head hung off the mattress.
"C'mom, Jack. Let's try again," she said.
My brain raced over the possibilities and finally concluded that she
wanted me put my cock in her mouth.
"Thanks a lot, Jack, for the briefing," I thought ruefully to myself as
I climbed off the mattress and judged the best way to attempt what she had
in mind. I knelt on the floor in front of her upside down head and tried to
figure the out the geometry.
"How shall we try it this time?" I asked, hoping that an honest
question was better than guessing wrong.
"Spread your knees like last time so your cock is at the same level
as my mouth and throat," she said.
"Ahh," I thought to myself. "She and Jack have been trying to
deep-throat."
I spread my knees apart until my cock was at the right level. The
muscles in my thighs complained as I almost did the splits. Jack was on the
wrestling team and I guessed he was quite a bit more limber than I was. I
edged my cock forward, over her lips and into her mouth and soon the
discomfort of my stretched thighs was a forgotten memory. Her lips closed
around my shaft and her hands circled my back, pulling me into her mouth,
all the way back to her throat. Her hands guided me, back out then deep
again, pressing me this time into her throat. The tip of my cock wedged
into her throat less than an inch before she pulled me back. I could tell she
was breathing calmly and carefully out of her nose and that she had
amazing control of her gag reflex. She repeated this a half-dozen more
times, each time my cock went deeper into her incredibly tight throat.
"This is incredibly sexy, Babe," I said. "I'm fucking your throat."
After another half-dozen thrusts she was able to take all nine inches
into her mouth and down her throat. By watching her lovely neck I could
see her throat expand to accommodate by cock each time I fucked forward.
When I was all the way in my balls pressed up against her forehead and her
lips pressed against the base of my cock.
Despite having come only twenty minutes before I knew it wouldn't
be long before this erotic act would have me dumping my load into her
throat. I had remembered to ask Jack if Wendy swallowed his cum and he
had said yes. I also recalled his having said that Wendy wasn't as keen on
new experiences as Sophie, and I chuckled to myself as my cock once
again pushed forward down her tight throat canal.
Wendy's hands left my back and slid down her body, one squeezing
her breasts and playing with her nipples while the other pressing into her
cunt. I kept the cadence of my fucking the same as when she was guiding
me. After another few minutes I came, groaning as my cock blasted cum
directly down her throat. Wendy came a few seconds after swallowing my
load, her fingers moving rapidly in small circles over her clit.
- o -
"That was an incredible feeling, Wendy, fucking your throat like
that," I said when we woke from a nap a half-hour later. I was spooning
her.
She turned around and faced me. I was once again amazed at her
feline movements as she reversed herself and brought her face to mine for a
quick kiss.
"Your welcome, Jake," she said, her hazel eyes sparkling, and it
took me a second or two to realize that she'd called me Jake instead of
Jack. Her lips formed a crooked smile and her eyes were laughing.
"Sophie doesn't do that for you?" she asked. "Deep-throat you..."
"How'd you know?" I asked. "I mean---"
"Little things got me wondering. How you stared at me when I
undressed like it was a new experience. And when we fucked I knew you
were not Jack... when you turned me over and took me from the rear."
"Oh?"
"Jack has this tendency to treat me like I'm a fragile princess or
something. It's kind of strange when you consider his wrestling
experience." I knew what she meant. Jake to a senior who went on
to win the state title. He was a relentless force on the mat.
"Are you angry?" I asked.
She paused a moment and her eyes studied my face. "I'd be lying if
I told you I didn't enjoy this, with you. But I'm a little hurt that Jack...
what, lent me to you? I guess I would have hoped he'd be jealous.
Y'know, so in love with me that he couldn't stand to think about me being
with another man."
Her smile told me that she wasn't as angry as we might have
expected.
"He does love you," I said. "He's crazy about you. But I think it's
different with a twin. We compete over a lot of things, but we're also
extremely close. If he found out that some other Joe was fucking you, I
suspect he'd do his best to rip the poor guy's head off his shoulders."
Wendy smiled and said, "So, twins share everything, huh?"
I shrugged, not liking where this was going.
"Have you pulled this switch with Sophie?" she asked.
I thought about lying but thought better of it. "If I tell you the truth
will you promise me you wont get pissed off and dump Jack. This was my
idea, and he'd be devastated to lose you."
"He's not getting rid of me that easily," she said.
I took a breath and said, "We didn't pull switch with Sophie. The
three of us made love together, once."
"No shit?" she said. Her face showed considerable interest.
"How'd you talk Sophie into that?"
"It was her suggestion," I said. "She's really interested in trying
new things."
"Oh," she said then let out a deep breath. "Jack's so sweet and
polite about it, but I can tell he wants to do more. Do you and Sophie do...
anal?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "It's incredible."
"For you I'm sure it is," she said, shaking her head.
"For Sophie as well," I objected. "She loves it. Why don't you ask
her about it?"
"Oh, sure," she said and blushed this time. "Say, Sophie, I was just
fucking your boyfriend and he suggested I ask you about how it feels to be
fucked up the ass."
I laughed and pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her,
holding her hands in mine over her head. I gave her a quick kiss and said,
"And you could get me in even more trouble by asking her about the time
she fucked the two of us."
"Oh, Boy. Tell me more," she said.
"I've already said too much," I said and kissed her. "I don't think
you'll find a more considerate teacher than Jack. When you decide you're
ready to try anal, he'll do it right. You may not like it as much as Sophie
or... other girls, but you owe it to yourself to try."
"Jack has experience with it?" she asked, trying to worm more
information out of me. I frowned at her and she laughed.
"You're bad," I said and laughed with her. At the same time I
lowered myself down her body and licked her brown nipples.
"What else do you think I should try?" she asked.
"Gee, if I were you I'd give serious thought to a three-way with
Jack and me."
"Boy, that's a surprise," she said and chuckled. I moved back up,
feeling with my cock for her entrance and slid it inside.
"What else?" she said
"A four-way," I said. "Sophie can join us."
"Mmmm," she said as I fucked her.
"I'd love to watch you eating Sophie while Jack fucks you from
behind."
"You're nasty," she said. "And you've forgotten to put on a
condom."
I mentally kicked myself and got up to get a new package and put
the rubber over my cock. When I returned she'd flipped over onto her
stomach, her knees pulled tight next to her hips. This gave me a perfect
view on her cunt and anus. I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock
against her rosette, intending to lower it after a few seconds.
"Don't you think Jack should take me there first?" she said, her
voice husky.
"Uh huh," I said, rubbing my cock in small circles over her anus.
"Besides, it would be a waste of a perfectly good condom."
I lowered my cock and entered her pussy. I returned to the subject
of a four-way with Sophie, Jack and I while I fucked her. "Maybe we
could tie Sophie spread eagle on the bed and you could kneel over her face
and force her to lick you while Jack or I fuck her."
She was breathing hard now and I knew that these images were
playing in her mind as we fucked. I fucked her steadily as I whispered in
her ear all sorts of exciting and nasty things she might do with Jack, or with
Jack and I or with all of us. We came together after twenty minutes or so,
and by the end Wendy was suggesting some nasty things as well.
Chapter Fifteen - "A Dark Night at the Patterson's"
The second week at the Victorian was even more hectic than the
first. We were demolishing the first floor ceiling and walls, and had even
more help than before, with Jessica there for eight or nine hours a day, Sophie,
Ralph and even little Angela stopping by to pitch in when they could,
Wendy and several guys from the high school. We paid only three dollars
an hour, but it was paid in cash at the end of the day and the spirit of
camaraderie made it a popular job.
Dad couldn't take time off because he and Marion had booked a
three-week honeymoon in Europe and he couldn't justify more time away
from his busy job. The wedding was set for three weeks away. He did
spend his evenings at the house and was a ten minute drive away if we
needed his help with the parade of inspectors, electricians, plumbers and
carpenters. Cathy would come by after her day at work and help out.
I was bone-tired at the end of every ten- or eleven-hour day and fell
asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Except for two quick trips up to
the third-floor with Sophie on Tuesday and Friday, it wasn't much of a
week for sex. Jack did about as well with Wendy who forgave him for
letting me fuck her. He would have done himself better had he been a little
less honest when Angela propositioned him one afternoon, thinking he was
me. But he didn't know about my experiences with Angela or Joan, and
was understandably cautious with the cute piece of jail-bait.
Bill Patterson came my Friday afternoon, ostensibly to pick up
Sophie and Ralph, but also to see the progress we had made. I took him
on a tour of the house ending in the backyard where we kept sodas and a
few beers on ice in a big plastic garbage can in the shade of the elm tree.
"Joan asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night," he
said as we relaxed with our drinks.
"Sounds great," I said. "How's my second favorite Patterson
woman?"
"She's doing fine," he said, "although... if you'll excuse the pun,
she's milking this pregnancy for everything she can."
"Oh, you're bad," I said.
He smiled and continued, "She complains that I don't fuck her
enough, but it's almost every day now, up from once a week two mouths
ago. And she complains that you're too busy to stop by."
"Hell, I'm too busy for Sophie," I said.
He took another swallow of his beer and a thought occurred to me.
"How about Ralph?" I asked.
He looked at me with a quizzical expression.
"Why doesn't Joan fuck Ralph every now and then? The kid must
be getting a pretty warped view of sex with just Angela as a partner. Joan
could---" I didn't finish the sentence because the look on Bill's face told me
that the relationship between Ralph and Angela was news to him.
"Of course!" he said. "How could I have missed it?"
"You didn't know?" I said, stating the obvious.
"No... but it explains a lot. Sometimes I can be pretty dense."
He finished his beer staring off into the distance and I left him alone
with his thoughts. Ralph and Sophie came up and we calculated their
wages and I paid them, then walked the Patterson's to their car.
"Come by before seven if you can," said Bill as his kids climbed in
the car. Out of earshot of his kids he added, "And get a good night's sleep
tonight, Jake. I've got a suspicion you're gonna need it."
- o -
I slept in Saturday morning, rising at eight, feeling less soreness in
my muscles than was usually the case after a day at the Victorian. After
showering I went downstairs and found Cathy, Jake and Marion sitting
around the kitchen table. Dad, I learned, was at the house supervising the
electrician who was upgrading the service and re-wiring the house.
"Eggs okay?" asked Cathy. It was her turn for breakfast duty.
"Yeah, thanks, Cath," I said and helped myself to coffee.
"Jessica with her dad?" I asked Marion.
She nodded, then put her coffee cup down and said, "You guys
notice anything different about her lately?"
"No," I said. "She's been a great help with the house. The kid's
tireless."
"Well, she's trying to impress her brothers," offered Marion. "She's
been asking me questions?"
"About---" said Jack.
"Sex," said Marion.
The image of Ralph popped into my head. I noticed that he and Jessica
often teamed up together for certain jobs. My anger rose as I imagined him
taking advantage of the twelve-year old Jessica, just as he had with his slightly
older sister.
"She hasn't been touched, has she?" I said, surprising Marion and
Jack with my tone and the color in my face.
"Oh, God no, Jake," said Marion.
I turned to Jack, still angry, and said, "We shouldn't let Ralph
Patterson get anywhere near Jessica!"
"Whoa, Jake," said Marion. "Ralph's been terrific with Jessa. She
likes him a lot, but not in that way. You have to understand that Jessa and I
talk about everything. It's not Ralph that has her asking these questions.
What goes on in the third floor?"
I was given a reprieve from answering as Cathy put a plate in front
of me. I dug into the scrambled eggs and Cathy took a seat.
"We, ah, have a mattress up there," said Jack. "For, um---"
"Never mind," said Marion. "I can imagine. But her questions---"
she stopped and took a sip of coffee. "I've told her all about the birds and
the bees, mind you. Her questions are about, well, other kinds of sex. Oral
sex, anal sex, all sorts of things that a twelve-year old shouldn't be asking."
"Unless---" I said.
"Oh, Shit," said Jack and we stared at each other over the table.
It was suddenly clear to me and Jack as well, that our young sister-
to-be was somehow spying on our antics in the third-floor room. There
was no other explanation. I rubbed my hands through my hair and thought
about what to do about it. I made up my mind but Cathy beat me to it.
"Jake," she said, "I think you should have a quiet talk with Jessica. She
thinks the world of you, and she needs all of what she's seen or guessed put
into perspective."
"Yeh," said Marion, dryly. "And when you're finished with Jessa,
Jake O'Leary, come explain it to me."
- o -
I arrived at the Patterson's at quarter to seven. I no longer rang the
doorbell, but instead just walked in. I found Joan, Bill and Sophie out
back. Bill was grilling a large batch of chicken, and Sophie and Joan were
sitting in the patio area.
"You clean up pretty good," said Sophie, who hadn't seen be not
covered in plaster dust in quite a while. I kissed her and then kissed Joan.
"Missed you around here, Jake," said Joan.
"Been kind of obsessed with the house," I said. Remembering the
last time I saw her, when Bill and I sandwiched her in a double fuck I
added, "but the last time I saw you is still vividly clear in my head."
She grinned at me and we talked briefly about how she was feeling
before she excused herself to go inside and finish the salad. Sophie and I
talked about when we might have some time together for something other
than quickies on the mattress in the dingy third floor room at the Victorian.
We were hoping that we'd have more time, privacy and space during the
three weeks that my Dad and Marion would be away. Sophie asked me if I
knew what her Dad was up to. Sophie indicated that he'd been working
down in the basement for most of the day. I shook my head but raised my
eyebrows in mock horror.
We ate dinner in the formal dinning room and everyone was in great
spirits. Until, that is, Bill sprung his surprise on them.
"Ralph, you haven't told anyone that you're fucking Angela, have
you?"
Ralph's jaw dropped open and Sophie and Joan were in a similar
state.
"Because we'd be in a world of hurt if people outside the six of us
knew what went on in this house. I'd be thrown in jail if it was known that
I fuck Angela and Sophie. Your mom could be in trouble for fucking Jake
and having his child." Bill went on in a conversational tone and I looked
around at the mostly stunned faces. Bill concluded his monologue by
repeating his original question to his fifteen-year old son.
"No, dad," he said. "I wouldn't tell anybody about that."
Bill went around the table, getting promises from each of us that we
hadn't told anyone and never would.
"Good," he said. "We're going to have a family treat tonight. Joan,
could you take Sophie and Angela upstairs. Take this with you. It
contains instructions."
Joan and the girls rose from their chairs and departed, Joan taking
the envelope with her. I had no idea what Bill had planned but my cock
was tingling at the possibilities.
"Let's get these dishes done," he said to Ralph and I. Working
together it took less than ten minutes to load the dishwasher and clean up
the kitchen. We followed Bill outside and sat in the Patio.
Ralph had not said more than two words since Bill had announced
that he knew of the sex he was having with Angela. I could tell that he was
nervous and confused about Bill's other admissions. Bill also noticed
Ralph's discomfort.
"Is Angela the only girl you've had?" he asked.
"Yes," said Ralph.
"That will change tonight, son. You're going to fuck Sophie and
your mom, too."
"Mom?" he said, his voice incredulous. "And Sophie?" He glance
at me then returned his full attention to his father.
"Yep. Tell me, how have you had Angela? Just her pussy?"
"Um," he cleared his throat and his face colored. "She, ah, sucks
me off too."
"And you eat her pussy?" asked Bill.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"Have you fucked her ass yet?"
"No," he said, his eyes widening.
"It's a great feeling, fucking little Angela's ass. Would you agree,
Jake?"
"It's quite amazing," I said, remembering the time I fucked her there
after Bill had loosened the way by butt-fucking her for many minutes.
"Would you like to know what's planned for tonight?" he asked.
"God, yes," said Ralph, leaning forward.
"Your mom is preparing herself and the girls right now. They're all
getting enemas which you remember, I'm sure. This will clean out their
bottoms and leave their anal passageways relaxed and slippery enough for
us to fuck. In about thirty minutes they'll go downstairs and enter the rec
room in the basement. We'll follow a few minutes later, get undressed and
enter. The room will be dark, pitch black actually. You, me and Jake will
have to crawl around until we find a partner. You can fuck that girl or
have her suck you off, whatever, but you can't take her ass, not yet. You
always have to clean yourself thoroughly after anal sex and we will not be
leaving that room until we've enjoyed all three of them. The last one you
can butt-fuck."
"Jesus," I said and laughed. "And people think I'm imaginative."
Bill answered his son's questions and mine, and we waited until we
heard a sharp knock on the sliding glass door. I looked over and saw Joan
Patterson, dressed in a bathrobe, waving. I waved back and she
disappeared.
"Let's give them a minute and go down," said Bill. Each of us hit
the bathroom to take a leak before descending. In the basement my pulse
quickened when I saw three bathrobes tossed over the dryer. We all
stripped off our clothes and placed them in neat piles near the door. Ralph
stared enviously at the thick rod of my cock. His was hard and stood
about six inches from the brown curls at the base.
"Let's line up. Ralph, you first, then Jake."
I noticed that Bill carried a flashlight in one hand and something
that looked like a remote control device in the other. He flicked off the
light in the basement and the room was now illuminated only from the light
upstairs. At Bill's direction, Ralph opened the rec room door and slipped
inside. I followed him after a few moments and dropped to my knees on
the soft carpet and crawled a few feet forward. I couldn't see I thing, but if
blackness can get even darker it did when Bill entered and closed the door
behind him. The utter blackness made my sense of sight useless and I
concentrated on hearing, but I had to regulate my own breathing before I
could hear and sense the other five people in the room.
I crawled slowly to the right, intending to circle the room
counterclockwise. After moving several feet I heard a small sound just
ahead of me. I stopped and listened, trying to make out the sounds I heard.
Bodies shifting, rubbing against each other and across the carpeted floor, I
thought. Maybe Ralph has found somebody. I crawled forward slowly
until I sensed movement ahead of me, very close. I reached out and
contacted something, someone. At the same time I heard the a muted
moan, very close, then the unmistakable sound of a kiss being broken as
two people took deep breaths.
"Ralph's found somebody," I thought to myself. "But who?"
My hands felt and found a limb, and then identified it as someone's
arm. I followed it and found the body and another on top. I decided to
give up trying to identify who Ralph had found and was groping with, and
moved off to the left. As I crawled away in search of a partner, I heard a
moan from the couple behind me and heard, or imagined I could hear, the
sound of a cock entering a cunt.
Moving on, I sensed rather than heard someone close to my left.
Reaching out, my hand encountered flesh. A hand came on top of my own,
holding me there, on a thigh I was pretty sure. My other hand reached out
and found the girl's other arm. I rose on my knees and pulled her toward
me, into my chest.
"It's Joan," I thought to myself as we embraced. "No, it's Angela,"
I concluded as I felt her smaller pointy breasts against my chest. Groping
in the darkness I found her head and brought it to mine. My lips found
hers after an awkward moment and we settled into a long, wet kiss. Her
tongue invaded my mouth and darted about and Angela's unique method of
kissing confirmed my identification. We kissed again and again for several
minutes before Angela broke away and lowered her head. My hands
followed her head as it dropped into my lap and took my cock into her
warm mouth.
I sat back on my haunches and enjoyed the feeling of her
enthusiastic mouth and tongue as she sucked me. The earlier eerie silence
was now gone, replaced by wet sounds of sucking and kissing, audible
breathing, and, behind me, the sound of hips slapping into hips. Bill had
instructed us to refrain from talking and had done the same to the girls in
his written instructions. All that was left was the sounds of three couples
in this relatively small room as they fucked and sucked each other.
Angela's mouth on my cock felt incredible and I decided I would
cum too soon if I allowed her to continue. It wasn't her technique that had
me so excited so quickly, for she was still learning how to felate. It was
the eroticism of this venue and the cocapheny of sex sounds that filled the
room. I pulled Angela off my cock and laid her back on the floor. I
reached out in the darkness and explored her body, finding her firm young
tits with one hand while the other found her sex. Squeezing her ripening
tits with one hand I slid two fingers into her steamy wetness. A soft moan
came from the girl as I drove my fingers into her tightness. As I withdrew
my fingers I pressed them against her erect little clit.
"Oh... Oh... Oh," I heard behind me, from Ralph, I guessed, then
the sound of his cry and he came inside his partner.
This spurred me on and I crawled forward over Angela and
mounted the girl. My cock had no trouble finding her wide open sex and I
eased slowly forward until I was buried in her thirteen year-old cunt,
pressed hard against her cervix. I began to fuck the young girl, silently and
slowly, letting her tight cunt the time to get used to my rod. She showed
me that she had learned something under her dad's tutelage as her body
moved under me, her narrow hips undulating as I stroked into her sex.
I heard another cry of climax in the room, from Sophie I was sure,
and this caused me to quicken my pace and drive my cock in long quick
strokes into the tight cunt beneath me. Angela hips rose each time I
withdrew and pushed forward as I slammed into her wet box, bouncing her
along the spongy carpet. The sounds of passion in the small room and the
feeling of her tight underage pussy soon brought on the tingle in my balls
that told me I was close. Angela's soft mewing sounds increased in
intensity and I hammered into her, oblivious to anything but my impending
release. Angela's cry and the wet effusion on my cock and balls pushed me
over the edge and I groaned as my cock jerked and twitched as jet after jet
of cum blasted forth in her sex.
I rolled the two of us on our sides a few minutes later. Tucked face
to face in the cocoon of darkness, her hot, sweet breath in my face, we
listened to the rhythmic sound of fucking elsewhere in the room. A cry and
a muffled moan soon announced the climaxes of that pair, which I guessed
was Bill and maybe Joan.
We had a lot of sex ahead of us, I knew, but it was very pleasant to
be lying there with Angela in the utter blackness, her face inches from mine
but quite invisible, her fingers playing idly with the hair on my chest.
A few minutes later, with the room once again quite except for the
background noise of our breathing, we all heard a click and saw a TV
screen flash on. It was way up high, near the ceiling, and the small screen
had blue letters against a black background that read,
"INTERMISSION"
I chuckled to myself and heard a few audible laughs. I rose to my
elbow and looked around. The TV offered very little illumination but with
my eyes used to utter darkness it was plenty of light to make out the room.
Bill had removed the chair and table that used to occupy the end where
Angela and I now lounged. His bondage machine was also gone from it's
usual place at the other end of the room. The only furniture that remained
was the tall metal storage cabinet and, on top of that, a TV/VCR that
carried that single word. In front of the cabinet lay Bill and Joan.
I looked to my left and saw Ralph and Sophie. Ralph was sitting
with his back to the wall and his legs extended in a vee in front of him.
Sophie was sitting, half laying, against him, her back to his chest, her legs
crossed casually at the ankles. Ralph's hands circled Sophie, and his hands
cupped her massive breasts. I could well understand his fascination with
her tits, given his sole experience was with the young, still budding Angela.
Another click was heard and "INTERMISSION" faded away and
was replaced by a scene that was so bright in comparison that it hurt my
eyes. I closed and then reopened my eyes and got used to the relatively
bright light of the screen. The video showed the Anderson master
bedroom, and in the middle of the king-sized bed were Joan Patterson and
my beloved Sophie. The video that followed was only six or eight minutes
long, but by the end my cock was fully recovered and ready for action. It
started slowly as Joan and Sophie kissed and fondled each other. Angela's
audible intake of breath, just next to me, caused me to grin. I stole a
glance at Ralph and saw him staring open-mouthed at the screen. In the
few minutes of the video Sophie and Joan escalated their lesbian scene,
flipping end-to-tail and attacking each other's sex with unmistakable
passion. The video faded out on the final scene with a still of Sophie's
beautiful face in orgasm. and was replaced by the words---
"LADY'S CHOICE"
Sophie acted first, disengaging her younger brother's hands from
her breasts and crawling over to me. She did something that surprised me
when he reached Angela and I. She crawled over Angela, straddling her
younger sister, and lowered her body on hers. I saw movement from the
corner of my eye and glance over to see Joan approaching her fifteen-year
old son.
Sophie pressed her breasts into Angela and leaned down to kiss the
startled girl. I believe she whispered something in her ear before letting her
up. I saw Angela scamper toward the other end of the room, to her father
who waited, before a third click caused the room to ease again into total
darkness. A second later I felt the familiar feel of Sophie's lips as they slid
over my cock and she sucked me deep, no doubt savoring the taste of
Angela's juices on my cock.
This second course was much noisier than the first. Bill's
instructions to stay as quite as possible were ignored as passion and
enthusiasm took over.
"Fuck me, Ralph," I heard from Joan, "Fuck your momma's cunt!"
"Oh, Daddy, yes," I heard from the other end of the room before a
loud slap silenced the young girl. For a while at least.
I turned my body and sucked Ralph's cum out of Sophie's cunt
while she licked and sucked my cock. He may have cum quickly from
being in his sexy sister's cunt for the first time, but he left quite a calling
card. Sophie's cunt was drenched in a sloppy mixture of his and her cum. I
took Sophie from the rear, fucking her hard and fast, driving her from her
position on all fours until her head and arms fell to the floor to better brace
against my assault, then flat on the floor. I rose on my arms above her and
hammered my cock into her cunt. Sophie came twice before I lost control
and dumped my second load of the evening into a Patterson cunt.
- o -
"INTERMISSION" appeared on the screen again while we all
recovered from the second fuck. I was spooning Sophie, my cock still
nestled in her cunt. I glanced to my left and saw Joan resting on top of her
son. His hands were holding her ass. Bill was lying on top of his daughter,
most of his weight on his elbows. I relaxed for a few minutes before the
TV faded and a new scene appeared. I closed my eyes to mere slits to get
used to the brighter light and then let them open.
I recognized the scene immediately as this very room and the
players were me and Angela. I had forgotten that Bill taped this, Angela's
evening of reward and punishment, and I winced as the camera captured
my brutal fuck of the thirteen year-old.
"Jesus, Jake!" I heard from Joan as we all watched me hammer my
enormous cock into her tiny cunt.
"Shut up, mom," said Angela who was rewarded for this comment
my a powerful thrust from Bill into her cunt. I realized then that Bill hadn't
cum in his youngest daughter during this second round. He was saving
himself for Sophie. Sophie's ass.
But the video also captured Angela's young face, in unmistakable
rapture, as the object of her adolescent crush gave her exactly what she
wanted. I did not have quite this perspective on the scene when I was an
active participant. Her face reflected desire but also a smug look of
satisfaction, as if she was proud that she could take what I gave her as well,
she believed, as her older sister.
I was leaning on elbow looking over Sophie at the TV. iraculously,
my cock began to revive itself, hardening where it rested in her cum-filled
cunt. I lowered my mouth to Sophie's ear and whispered, "You wanted me
to punish her, right?"
She squeezed the muscles of her cunt around my cock in response
and kept her eyes on the screen, watching me hammer my cock relentlessly
into the hardly-moving body of her younger sister. The scene continued
until I cried out in orgasm and then cut cleverly to Angela crying in pain as
her father swatted her ass with his riding crop. I couldn't figure out how
Bill had edited this tape so professionally, but I could see that he'd
repositioned the video recorder between the time I had fucked Angela and
scene we were seeing. The sound was also better. We could hear quite
clearly what young Angela said.
"...Four... Thank you, Daddy."
The scene froze after Angela's comment, then faded to the familiar
black background and a single word in blue.
"NEXT"
"Oh, damn," whispered Sophie. "I wanted to watch that."
I pulled my almost hard cock out of her cunt and crawled over to
Joan. She had just finished dismounting Ralph, and I saw a brief glimpse of
his cock in the dim light. He was also hard and his cock was coated with
their spendings. Ralph crawled away in search of Angela as his mother, her
back to me, watched him go.
Joan wasn't expecting me so soon and issued a small cry of surprise
as I wrestled her to the floor and lowered myself on top of her back. My
cock was pressed into the crack of her ass and my head was next to hers.
"Was I too rough with your daughter?" I asked, my voice deep,
into her ear.
"She was a virgin," she whispered after moving her head to the
same side as mine.
I moved my knees, pushing her thighs apart, and felt my slick cock
worm its way between her cheeks, down to what I hoped was her anus.
"Oh, but she wasn't," I said quietly into her ear. "Ralph had already
popped her cherry."
I felt Joan shift beneath me, moving her knees up on either side of
her body. This spread her ass cheeks more and gave me a little better
angle.
"Just like Bill has popped yours," I said.
"You had your chance," she whispered. "You could have had me
first. I wouldn't have been able to stop you that day in the kitchen."
"You weren't ready," I said and brought myself up on my elbows. I
could hear the soft moans from elsewhere in the room that told me that
Sophie and Angela were getting corked as I waited to do the same to the
woman who was carrying my child.
"Jake," I heard and lowered my head down again. I kissed her neck
then bit softly on her shoulder, keeping a pinch of her skin between my
teeth. "I wanted you to take me there after watching you with Sophie...
that was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen."
Keeping my teeth around the flesh of her shoulder I braced myself
and pushed my greasy cock forward. I didn't succeed until Joan shifted
beneath me and pushed back, and my cock popped past her sphincter and
an inch or two into her ass.
"Oh, Daddy, mmmm... fuck me," I heard from Sophie across the
room. Ralph and Angela were grunting and groaning as well, as he
experienced his first butt-fuck. I drove forward into Joan's tight ass,
another two or three inches. The enema she had taken had left an oily
lubricant behind and it took only one more long hard push before I was
fully buried in Joan's ass.
"Oh, God," she said between clenched teeth. "Stop... let me get
used to it."
I left me cock where it was and chewed on Joan's neck and
shoulder. Then I slowly withdrew my cock as Joan moaned into the
carpet. I kept my cock an inch or so inside and waited until I felt her body
adjust under me, bracing herself so she could push back against me. I
drove into her again, taking two tries before I corked her fully. The next
time I got all the way in one steady, slow thrust while she groaned.
"I'm glad I... waited," she said, breathing hard.
At that moment the TV came alive, showing Bill Patterson as he
steadily fucked the bound Angela's ass. I rose above Joan and locked my
arms and felt her adjust her body around the cock that impaled her. I
began fucking her slowly but steadily, watching the video of Angela and
also the live sex of the others in the room. Ralph's body was nicely
lluminated as he knelt behind his younger sister, his hands on her hips, and
drove his cock back and forth in her ass. It must have been eerie for him to
be watching her image on the screen being similarly treated by his dad.
Sophie's face was filled with lust as her dad fucked her ass.
Ralph came first as might be expected, but he gave Angela plenty of
warning and she reached back and fingered herself and came before Ralph
had finished dumping his load into her depths. Sophie came when her dad
began squirting his cum into her bowels. Joan and I came a minute later
when the scene on the video had changed and it was I fucking my cock into
Angela's tight little rear.
Chapter Sixteen - Jessica
The next day, Sunday, was the first and only time I ever felt hung
over from too much sex. I slept until nine, which was unheard of and
caused me to miss breakfast. When I did finally stumble downstairs only
Cathy was still at home. Dad and Jack had left to work on the house.
Marion was at her apartment, packing.
"You look like shit, Jake," said Cathy. "I'd hate to see what your
red-headed bitch looks like."
I was too numb to reply. I sat drinking a cup of instant while Cathy
babbled on about a young law associate who took her out the night before.
"A real charming man," she said after going on for a while, and she
patted my hand for emphasis. "Gave me a nice good night kiss after
blowing at least a hundred on dinner at a French Restaurant."
I took another sip of hot coffee, hoping she'd go away.
"Say, Jake... we're alone this morning. You wanna---"
I just looked at her and groaned.
"Geeze," she said, "Is Sophie still alive?"
- o -
Dad took half a day off work on Monday, that stretched into the
entire day as he dealt with the electrician, the plumber, another inspector
and started the carpenter on the first-floor room changes. Jack, Jessica and I
began the hot, tedious work of scraping the old peeling paint from the
exterior walls. It was a typically brutal summer day in Virginia, well into
the nineties and humid. Jack and I wore only shorts and sneakers, and Jessica
added a tee shirt that was soon drenched in sweat.
We ran the hose over each other every hour or so to cool off. It
was after Jack showered Jessica with the cool water and her tee stuck to her
body that I realized that my future sister had tits. They were small mounds
but were noticeable and they reminded me of my promise to Marion that I'd
talk to her. When we broke for lunch I made an excuse and walked up to
the third floor. It took me a while but I figured out how Jessica was spying on
Jack and I. For some reason the heating vents on the third floor were on
the walls, just above the baseboards. I went into the next room and into it's
closet and found that the heating duct had been removed. She could easily
hear what went on in the next room and if she knelt she could see through
the grate and get an eyeful.
Jack ran an errand for Dad after lunch, leaving Jessica and I resting
under the elm tree, drinking iced tea. I'd been struggling to find a way to
broach the subject with the least embarrassment to Jessica and in a way that
didn't compromise her mother's disclosure.
"Do you have any questions for me?" I asked, then kicked myself
for this dumb start.
"No," she said. "I think I'm getting the hang of it."
"Actually, um, not about the work. You're doing great."
"About what?" she asked.
I paused, unsure about where to go with this, and she smiled at me.
"Mom's got you worried, right? About the questions I asked her?"
"Well, yeah," I said, realizing I had failed to keep her mom's
conversation with us a secret.
She chuckled and said, "I've learned more about sex these last two
weeks than mom could ever tell me. I asked her about... those things...
well, I guess I was jerking her chain. Just to see her get embarrassed."
"Oh," I said. "What worries me is how you've learned "those
things"."
She hardly blushed at all. "That's easy. I watched you and Sophie.
And Jack and Wendy, and that time when you pretended to be Jack and---
"Okay, okay," I said. "I get the picture. Please don't do that again,
Jessa. It's not fair to us and it... well, it worries Marion."
"How 'bout if I watch and don't ask her any more questions?" she
said, her mouth set in an impish grin.
"Shit, girl, you want I should tape it?" I said and she laughed.
"Jake, I appreciate your point. I shouldn't become a peeping tom.
I'll stop." The impish grin returned and she added, "besides, I'm not sure
there's anything new I can see, unless you're gonna bring someone new up
there."
She laughed and I couldn't help but join her.
"I'll let you know," I said, and we laughed again.
"I'm glad we had this little talk," she said, in a perfect imitation of
Marion.
We went back to work. I wasn't sure if I'd done any good but was
convinced that I hadn't made it worse. She was the most adult twelve year-
old I'd ever encountered in the sense that she knew what she wanted, and
just did it, or said it, and she had a real nose for bullshit.
"Say, Jake," she said after we'd been scraping for a half-hour.
"Yeah," I said, my mind on my work.
"What ever happened to you being a one-woman man?" she asked,
and I recalled saying those exact words to her a week or so before. I
looked at her sternly but I couldn't pull it off and she threw back her head
and laughed. I laughed along with her, thinking how strange it was that I
described myself that way. Since that "one-woman man" comment, I'd
fucked Joan and Angela Patterson, Wendy and my sister Cathy.
"You misunderstood me, you little squirt," I said, softening the
edge with a smile. "What I meant was one woman at a time."
"Ahhh," she said with exaggerated understanding.
"There's no other woman around now," she said, "and the third
floor's free. Will I do?"
I looked at her with genuine surprise on my face. She took one
look at my face and broke out laughing again.
When she was quiet again I said, "Y'know, I would, but I don't
think I can do it anymore without someone watching. It adds a certain live
performance excitement to an otherwise pedestrian duty."
She chuckled and said, serious this time, "I had decided that it
would be either Jack or Ralph for my first time. I'd written you off as too
devoted to Sophie. Now you're back on the list of potentials. Sorry."
She said this in a completely matter-of-fact tone, and I put my tools
down and turned to face her. She ignored me and continued to scrape, her
face looking smug. I moved behind her and brought my hands up to her
ribs, tickling her. She screamed and tried to fend me off but I was too
strong and proceeded to tickle her until she lay gasping on the ground, her
eyes filled with tears.
When she recovered her breathing I knelt next to her and said, "I
mean this is all seriousness, Jessica. Jack and I like you a lot. We're gonna
love having you as our sister. What we're not gonna do is take your
twelve-year old body up to the third floor and make love to you."
I straddled her and held her hands in mine against the ground. "I'm
not gonna kid you, 'cause you can read me like a book. I'd enjoy fucking
you as much as anyone I know, Sophie and Wendy included."
I lowered my head and took her tiny budding breast in my mouth,
sucking it through her tee shirt. I bit her nipple between my teeth and then
released it, looking back into her amazingly perceptive hazel eyes. She was
excited by my treatment of her breasts but still completely within herself.
"I'd enjoy fucking you and I'm damn sure Jack and Ralph would
too. But It's not gonna happen... not because we're paragons of virtue.
You know better than that about Jack and me, and I'm hear to tell you that
Ralph is cut from the same cloth. It shouldn't happen because Miss Jessica
Williams is just about the smartest fuckin' twelve-year old I've ever met.
Any guy who'd take a girl your age to bed is an asshole. A jerk. And if
you push it, you'll catch one of us at a weak moment and we'll do it. You'll
have the experience but you'll be turning one of us into an asshole.
Someone you'll grow to despise, and for good reason."
"You'll remember your first time for the rest of your life, Jessa. Make
it with someone you love. In a couple of years, maybe sooner, you'll be
ready and you'll find the right guy. My guess is he won't be ugly like Jack
and I, or a Nintendo junkie like Ralph. You'll have your pick of anyone.
Anyone."
She looked up at me with wet eyes. I realized that I'd been pressing
her hands into the turf and released them. She rubbed her wrists and
continued to study me.
"I guess it's out of the question, me getting laid this summer," she
said.
"No one can stop you, sis... but I'd wait if I were you."
"If I told you that I didn't want to. If I asked you to take me up to
the third floor, right now?"
"I'd say no... today. Tomorrow too. But maybe next week you'd
look so good to me and my cock would get the better of me and I'd say
yes. Or Jack would. Or Ralph. But is that what you'd want?"
"I'm not sure," she said. "And that's unusual with me."
"Damn straight," I said and smiled at her.
She laughed and said, "You're missing something, Jake. I know
that you're saying, that boys who'd fuck a twelve year old, just 'cause she's
twelve, are sick. And I understand that I could catch you or Jack at a weak
moment, and you'd do it to me. But I'd never hold it against you... I'd
never despise you. I know you like sex. It's part of what you are."
She looked up at me, her eyes still wet. My heart melted looking at
this precocious twelve year old who got an early and eye-popping
introduction to sex.
"I do," I said. "I really do. And I hope that you enjoy sex as well
as I do. But I'm sitting on a pretty girl who happens to be a fuckin' genius,
near as I can tell, and I'm really looking forward to having her as a younger
sister. I'd really like to be the kind of brother who you trust enough to tell
about your first experience... and not the kind who shares it with you."
Her eyes got even wetter and she said, "I love you, Jake."
I reached down and tickled her ribs, chanting, "Like a brother!"
She squirmed from under me, kneeing me in the groin as she escaped.
When I recovered and rose to my feet she stood six feet away with the
running hose in her hand, smiling sadistically as she prepared to douse me.
I stood up straight and raised my eyebrows suggestively. "Third
floor?" I said just before she pressed her thumb against the water and
blasted me directly in the face. She followed me as I tried to escape,
keeping the water on me as I dodged left and right, running until she ran
out of hose and I was free.
I was completely drenched when I focused my eyes and saw Marion
getting out of her car at the curb. She looked from me to her daughter,
amusement on her face. I stood and waited for her to reach the curb.
"Hi, Jake," she said. "What's going on."
"Well, I had that conversation with Jessa. About sex."
"Oh?" she said.
"Your daughter is a maniac," I said and quickly grabbed Marion,
pulling her into arms and up against my soggy chest.
"Let me down!" she cried, but I carried her struggling body with me
as I walked back to within range of Jessa's hose. I didn't let Marion go until
the two of us were completely and thoroughly drenched from Jessa's spray.
- o -
Wendy came over later that afternoon, looking for Jack. Her eyes
were red from crying and I feared that her parents had found out about her
having sex. She found Jack inside and they went up to the third floor. I
didn't find out what was wrong until much later after we dropped Jessa off at
Marion's apartment and were heading home.
"She's moving away," he said. "Her father's being transferred to
Chicago."
"Oh, shit," I said. "I'm really sorry."
We drove home in silence. Cathy was fixing dinner when we got
home, and Jake shared the news with her. She gave him a big hug.
"I'm sorry for you, Jack, and for Wendy. But the good news is you
have me to tide you over until you find a new girlfriend. God knows I need
it. I'm still waiting for Greg to move past kissing."
Jack and I got cold drinks and went into the family room.
"There's another good side to this," he said, smiling sardonically.
"She wants to try anal sex."
"Oh? That's great."
"And she wants to try a four-way, with you and Sophie."
"No kidding?" I said, grinning. I felt a stab of guilt profiting from
his loss, but the image in my mind of Sophie and Wendy making love
thrilled me. And I hoped she'd like anal sex so I could fuck Wendy that
way when and if this happened.
- o -
Work on the house continued. Almost all the plumbing fixtures
were replaced with new ones, and a half bath was installed on the ground
floor. The wiring and heating work was pretty much completed. It was
time to put up new wallboard.
The carpenter Dad had hired was an ex-con who's stint in jail for
manslaughter was shorted by Dad's testimony at the sentencing hearing and
in front of the parole board. He had killed someone in a bar fight that was
started by the other guy. Since his release from jail, Ben had been to AA
religiously and was determined to make good.
I worked as his assistant putting up the wall board on walls and
ceilings. We started on the first floor and made rapid progress. Jessa, Jack
and an ever-changing crew of friends worked on the exterior. A labyrinth
of ladders and scaffoldings were now set up around two of the four sides of
the house.
Jack delayed his taking of Wendy's anal cherry until this work was
completed. There were too many people around and Dad insisted that Jack
supervise the work closely, rightfully worried that some kid would be
fooling around and fall. Besides, Jack wanted to have enough time to do it
right.
One day he had his chance and took it. In was a Thursday and the
exterior preparation was complete but the specially ordered paint wouldn't
arrive until Friday. The ragged crew was dismissed and Jessa came inside to
help Ben and I with the first floor work. Jack arranged everything with
Wendy to come over that afternoon. The brought a box from home that
included Cathy's two anal vibrators, an enema kit and lubricating
jelly.
Jack told me what happened afterward. They went upstairs,
stripped and made love the usual way. Jack brought her into the now-
updated third floor bath and gave Wendy an enema, adding a special oil to
the warm water that filled her bowels. After she had released the second
filling they went back to the bedroom. Jack fucked her first with the thin
anal dildo then with the thicker one and she came when he turned on the
vibrating switch and fucked the humming shaft in and out of her virgin ass.
He coated his cock with lubricant and found it surprisingly easy to
cork her. He told me that Wendy went nuts as he slowly fucked his cock in
and out, using her fingers to play with her cunt, cuming twice before he
exploded in her ass. She asked him to take her again an hour later, this
time urging him to fuck her faster, harder. He told me he fucked her ass as
hard and fast as he did Cathy's, spanking her and calling her names as he
did.
- o -
I called Sophie that night, to broach the subject of a four-way with
Wendy and Jack. When she picked up the phone I knew from her
breathing and strained voice the something was up. I asked her what was
happening.
"I hope you don't mind, Jake," she said, breathless, "but the little
slut, Angela, is eating me right now." She explained in chopped sentences
that she was sitting up against the headboard of her parent's bed, and that
Angela was lying with her mouth busy at Sophie's cunt, and with her ass
was in the air, getting reamed by Ralph.
Given the setting, it wasn't hard to sell her on the idea of the four-
way.
Jack and Dad were watching the news when I finished the call with
Sophie. I flashed Jack the thumbs up sign and then went upstairs, highly
aroused from my call with Sophie. I found Cathy in her nightgown, sitting
on her bed doing her nails. Without saying a word I took off my robe and
pulled my Jockey's off. She had just finished the last nail and was holding
her fingers out to dry. I climbed up on the bed, straddled her, and held her
head in my hands. While she held her hands out to the sides, the fingers
splayed to allow the polish to dry, I stared into her blue eyes and fucked
her face until I came.
Chapter Seventeen - "Sophie to the Rescue"
A week or so before Dad and Marion's wedding, I took a call from
Frank Reynolds, Dad's oldest and best friend on the police force. Both
were Irish, both Lieutenants and both were expected to make Captain
before too long. Frank worked in vice while Dad headed homicide.
"Hey, Jake O'Leary," he said over the phone. "You gettin' laid
yet?"
"Not as often as you, I'd guess," I said. I knew from my father and
several others on the police force that Frank was considered a charming
rouge with the ladies. It was said that his six children with his long-
suffering wife made up no more than half of his offspring. "But I'm doin'
okay."
"Good," he said. "Just don't grow up all straight-laced like Plug
and you'll do just dandy." Plug was the name everyone on the force used
for my father. It was short for fire plug and nicely captured his six-foot,
two hundred thirty pound body. "Fridge" would have been an even better
nickname given Dad's square shoulders but that was already taken when he
joined the force after returning from Vietnam.
"I don't think that's gonna be a problem," I said.
He laughed and said, "Say, we're throwing a bachelor party for
Plug. You're invited. Jack too. Friday night before the big day. Anybody
else I should invite?"
I thought about his friends outside of the police force and suggested
a couple of names.
- o -
Over dinner one night Dad surprised us by saying that he'd asked
Uncle Bob to come stay with us while he and Marion were in Europe for
three weeks. Bob was my late mother's brother who owned a farm in
upstate New York. He was also the guy who had taught Cathy much of
what she knew about sex.
I stole a glance at Cathy and saw her cover up her obvious interest
in this news with a blas expression.
"We're a little too old for a baby-sitter," complained Jack. I knew
that he was hoping to have the freedom and privacy in Dad's absence to
arrange the four-way with Wendy, Sophie and me.
"I know, Jack," said Dad. "But Jill can't spend all that time with her
Dad. He travels too much. Besides, she likes you guys and working at the
house. Marion would be much more comfortable if Jill stayed here and if
Bob was around. He's coming down anyway for the wedding and he tells
me the farm runs itself this time of year, now that he's hired a helper. He
even told me he'd rent a place at Virginia Beach for a long weekend with
y'all."
The prospect of spending some time at the ocean mollified us. It
was going to be tough, though, to arrange the four-way while both Uncle
Bob and Jill were staying at the house. I glanced at Cathy and wondered if
she and Bob would rekindle the week-long affair they had a year ago. I
could tell from Jack's expression that he was thinking along the same lines.
I made myself a mental note to call Frank Reynolds and tell him to
expect another guest at the bachelor's party.
- o -
The Friday before the wedding I had to make a trip downtown to
drop some papers off at Dad's office. He was out on a call so I wandered
over to see if Frank was around. He was in his office and jumped up to
greet me, then closed his door and invited me to sit.
"Jake, m'lad, it's after five o'clock in the Mother Country. Will ya
be joining me for a little nip?" He pulled a fifth of Irish Whiskey and two
glasses from a drawer and poured two small drinks. I took a glass and we
clinked.
"To Gerald Francis O'Leary," he said and we downed the drinks.
The whiskey burned my throat as it went down but I managed not to
cough.
His intercom buzzed and he pressed the button.
"Yes, darlin'," he said.
"A Mr. Quincy on line three. Say's its important," came a female
voice from the box.
He told me that this was the guy arranging for entertainment at the
bachelor party for later that night. He talked for a second then listened,
frowning as he did.
"Now, shit, Quince," he said. "Can't you find another girl?"
He listened for a few minutes more then told the guy not to worry.
He hung up and said, "We had wanted to rent a cake, one of those big
ones, and have a half-naked girl pop out... maybe do a little dance for
Plug."
He called one name then another, but all the places that did this
kind of thing were booked weeks ahead of time, and our party was tonight.
An idea popped into my head and the more I thought about it, the better it
sounded.
"Call Quince back," I said when he hung up after trying a forth
service. "And give me the phone."
Frank raised his eyebrows but did as I asked. After introducing
himself he mentioned who I was and gave me the phone.
"Mr. Quincy is it?" I said.
"Quince will do for the son of Plug O'Leary," came the friendly
voice at the other end.
"I have a girl in mind for this evening but she's an amateur," I said.
"Oh?" he said. "Is she legal?"
I thought about that and decided to tell the truth, "I could lie to
you, Quince but I wont. She's sixteen, almost seventeen." I looked up into
the bemused face of Frank Reynolds and continued, "But I have it from a
reliable source high in the vice squad that there wont be a problem."
Quince laughed and Frank smiled.
"We'll, that's fine then," said Quince.
"But she doesn't have the right kind of costume," I said.
"I can take care of that, if you'll find out her size." He mentioned
what he needed and a made a note.
"Can you hold," I asked.
I looked up at Frank and gave him the Patterson's number. He put
Quince on hold and punched it in. As luck would have it Sophie was home
and soon on the line.
"I need your help tonight at Dad's party. How'd you like to jump
out of a cake?"
She giggled and I quickly told her the circumstances. She decided
after a minute that she'd love to do it. I got the size info that Quince
needed and thanked her.
"Here's are the sizes, Quince," I said when Frank got him back on
the line. "Shoes are an eight medium. Dress size is ten if its spacious up
top, twelve otherwise. Thirty-eight inch bust, D cup, twenty six waist,
thirty-six hips."
He whistled in appreciation then told me he had what she'd need
and would put it aside for me. After we'd hung up Frank appraised me
openly, his eyes showing admiration. He reached over and picked up the
scrap of paper I had used to jot down Sophie's sizes.
"This girl taken?" he asked, a lecherous look on his face.
"Uh huh."
"Yours?"
"Yep," I said.
"Shee-it, Jake," he said. "I can't wait."
- o -
I stopped off at Quincy's storefront and picked up a large box that
he'd put aside for Sophie's costume. From there I drove over to the
Patterson's. Sophie, Joan and I went up to the master bedroom to examine
the contents. First came a cheesy feather boa, which Joan put aside. Next
came a one-piece garment that was reasonably modest if somewhat garish.
The top was somewhat low cut but not outrageously so. A two inch ring
hung from the zipper at the top and it zipped down to just below the naval.
A short skirt was an integral part of the garment and would reach no more
than six inches down her thighs.
"This is how you'll look when you pop out," said Joan, holding up
the outfit. "Garters and stockings below. The boa around your neck."
A small portable boom box was also in the box and I pulled it out
and flipped the play button. Joan laughed and Sophie blushed as the
sounds of a strip tune filled the room. I turned it off after a second.
"What have you gotten me into?" asked Sophie but she was smiling.
"Aha," said Joan, reaching into the box and retrieving a matching
set of bra and panties. The bra was heavy duty with wires sewn into the
cup and sides that would hold her breasts up and together, creating an
enormous swell of breast and cleavage. The panties were thick but cut
severely up the sides.
"This is the next layer," said Joan. "I think you're supposed to exit
the cake, dance around to the music, tease the guest of honor, then strip
down to the bra and panties."
Sophie blushed but I could tell she was excited as well, and she
grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom to change. Joan pulled out
the garter belt and the stockings, then a choker with a bow at the throat.
"Oh my goodness!" she said. Her face broke out into a big smile
and she pulled out a few more things. She held up two tassels and when I
gave her a questioning look she put them against her breasts and rotated
her body, twirling them in circles.
"No shit!" I said and laughed. There was no way Sophie would
strip down to just tassels attached somehow to her nipples. And when
Joan showed me the final garment, a thin g-string that matched the tassels I
laughed until my sides hurt, imaging Sophie stripping as close to naked as
is possible in front of my straight-laced dad and his friends on the force.
"I think she should do it," said Joan, her expression highly amused.
"No way in hell she will," I said. "She's doing me a favor, and Dad-
--"
I didn't finish because Sophie came out of the bathroom. She
sashayed up to us, sliding the boa back and forth across her neck.
"Turn the music on," she said. "I need to practice." Sophie asked
me to take a seat and pretend I was the guest of honor. I did and Joan
rewound the tape and started the music.
Sophie pranced around the room, moving seductively, with me as
the center of attention. She moved to the music and used her hips to
punctuate the throbbing tune. I was quite impressed with her dance. After
a few minutes she posed in front of me and rocked her hips suggestively at
me while she pulled the boa off and tossed it in my direction. She danced
around some more and I was surprised at the amount of breast that showed
now that the boa was gone. After another minute of dancing and strutting
to the music she came back to me and, bending toward me, pointed at the
ring between her huge tits. I grabbed it and slowly unzipped her as she
bumped and grind to the music, pushing her sex in my direction.
The zipper down, I watched as she moved about the room, feigning
it's removal several times before peeling it seductively off first one
shoulder, then the other. When she had removed the outer garment she
held in to her front and danced back and forth before letting me pull it
away. Now dressed in the bra that showed more tits than it covered,
panties cut way up her thigh, garter and stockings she pranced some more
before sitting herself in my lap and kissing me.
I heard applause and looked up to see that Ralph had joined us. I
guess he must have heard the music and come to investigate. Joan turned
off the music and joined Ralph. clapping for the performance.
"How was I," she asked.
"Super. Dad'll love it," I said, believing instead that he'd be
embarrassed down to his socks to have his son's girlfriend put on this show
for him in front of all his colleagues.
"I have to work on it more, in the heels," she said. She'd done the
dance for me in her stocking feet.
I had to leave to take care of other errands and to get ready for the
party. I told Joan and Cathy where and when to arrive, and suggested she
get their early enough to practice coming out of the cake. A grin on his
face, Ralph volunteered to take my place in the chair for the next practice
sessions.
- o -
I picked Uncle Bob up at the Airport and we drove home. My
Uncle was an unassuming man of thirty-five or so, with sandy blond hair,
of average height but with a tautly muscled body. We chatted about his
farm and our new house on the way home. He asked about Jack, then
about Cathy in a way that suggested he was quite interested in seeing his
niece again. He didn't know that I knew about his affair with Cathy the
previous summer, and would have been mortified to know that she'd
passed on every lesson he gave her, personally, to her twin brothers.
Showered and dressed, Jack, Bob, Dad and I drove over to the hall
and arrived shortly after eight. Twenty or so men were inside, huddled
around the open bar, until they saw that Plug had arrived. They greeted
him with hollers, good-natured ribbing and toast after toast until dinner was
served. While we ate, several people stood up and offered a story about
Plug, many of them new to me and all of them were very funny.
A surprise guest was a fellow from his outfit in Vietnam from well
over twenty years ago. Dad talked very little about those days and all I
knew is that he enlisted after high school and spent two tours there, first as
an infantryman, then after graduating from special forces school.
The man who stood up was a tall, very fit looking black man, with a
barrel chest, who looked very intimidating in his green beret uniform, the
insignia of a full colonel at his collar. When he lifted his glass and spoke,
his voice matched his looks, a deep clear baritone.
"I was surprised to hear," he said, his voice silencing the crowd and
echoing off the walls, "from some of you Virginia gentlemen, that the
former Sergeant O'Leary is now considered a pillar of this God-fearin'
community. A responsible man. Decent, straight-laced even and righteous
to a fault. I have but one question to put to you---what the hell happened
to the fiery Irish lad we knew in 'Nam, who had trouble keeping his zipper
closed?"
The room erupted in laughter and my father sunk down in his chair,
his face red for the first time that I could remember.
"On R&R trips, to Seoul and Japan," continued the man in his
mesmerizing voice. "it was Sergeant O'Leary here who closed down the
brothels."
Cat calls and cries for more echoed in the room.
"There is a popular belief that men of color, such as myself, are
blessed with... certain natural advantages in terms of our... equipment."
This brought more laughter and cat calls. My father now had his
head in his hands.
"But it was not me that was legend throughout Southeast Asia... or
any of the brothers who served so well. I'm hear to tell you, gentlemen,
that it was no other than Sergeant O'Leary, the man we are here to honor,
who earned this name, this name of stature from the ladies who took care
of our needs... Gentlemen, please rise and drink with me to the man they
called The Horse."
The room exploded as everybody jumped to their feet and repeated
after the black man, whose name I still didn't know, "To the Horse!"
My father sat for a moment, shaking his head, then rose to his feet.
He made a big show of checking his shoulder holster for his gun, then
walked slowly up to the grinning Colonel. The stared at one another for a
moment before embracing to the shouts of the men.
- o -
After dinner was over Frank Reynolds got up and made a speech,
concluding with a call to bring out the desert. He motioned for everybody
to rise and brought Dad to a seat in the middle of the room. I waited
nervously as Quince wheeled out the huge plastic cake to the vocal delight
of all the attendees. I thought this would be a great idea at first but now
I was nervous and wished I hadn't talked Sophie into this. I was surprised
when I noticed Joan Patterson slip out of the room where the cake was
stored and set up the boom box on a table. She was out of the way but
would have a perfect view of the proceedings.
The music started and just as suddenly Sophie banged out of the
cake and stood half out of the cake, her arms held up and out. The crowd
gave a cheer and she climbed out, a bit awkwardly on the heels she wore.
She had on more makeup than usual but Dad recognized her instantly and
his face showed surprise. She began to dance to the music and did an even
better job than in the rehearsal I had witnessed. The assembled men drifted
over to get a better look as she danced and strutted around the room,
always returning to stand and gyrate in front of Dad.
By the time she had shed the feather boa, the crowd was clapping
to the music and shrill whistles could be heard. I was really quite proud of
her as she danced and swayed and rocked her hips suggestively. Dad face
was red when she returned in front of him and pointed to the ring at her
heaving bosom. He reached to hold it but she teased herself a foot or two
away, and turned to the crowd with her eyebrows arched, a question on
her face.
"Yes.. Yes," they chanted and she danced around before returning.
She let him zip it down then danced away. After a minute she pulled the
outer garment off, seductively. She was bent over, her ass about foot from
his face when she finally slipped it over her ass and down her legs. The
crowd cheered.
I was breathing a little easier now that the dance was almost over.
She continued to dance, playing to the crowd, and even came over to
where I was standing with Jack and gave us a smile and a shake. Her
breasts looked huge in the push up bra, and I was totally surprised when
she turned in front of me and pointed behind her. I was too stunned
to move, and Jack moved behind her and undid the clasp. She quickly
danced over to Dad again, looking over her shoulder coyly at the crown as
they cheered her on. She let the bra fall off, down her arms, then wrapped
it around dad's neck. She turned away from him and swayed in circles,
causing her now-exposed breasts and the tassels affixed to their tips to
rotate in circles.
The crowd was really screaming now. I looked at dad and found
his face quite red and his jaw open as he stared at Sophie. She continued
to sway and her large but firm breasts moved seductively. Her hands slid
down her sides and flicked open the garter on each side. With her fingers
under the waist band of her panties, she tossed another pointed look at the
men and they chanted for more. Slowly she peeled the panties off her
undulating hips, giving Plug O'Leary a perfect view of her ass as she
pushed them down her legs and off. When she turned I could see for the
first time that the g-string covered at most an inch-wide portion of her
front. It flashed in my head that Joan must have shaved her pubic hair
because nothing showed on either side of the thin strip except for white
skin.
She sashayed back to Dad's chair, dancing for him, thrusting her
hips toward him as she approached. Just as the music ended she straddled
him, sat in his lap and gave him a long wet kiss. Climbing off him she
bowed quickly to the cheering audience and scampered away, back into the
room from which she had come.
The crowd was chanting, "More... More... More," when Dad
recovered his composure and stood, raising his hands for silence. The din
died down slowly, then erupted again when somebody shouted, "Go after
her Plug, it's your last chance!"
The raucous laughter died down again as "Plug" motioned for
silence by holding his hands up.
"Gentlemen," he said. His voice was not as captivating as his army
friend's but it was loud and clear. "...and I use that term very loosely."
When the laughter died down again he continued, "To the, ah,
Gentleman who suggested I go after that gorgeous redhead, I'll say three
things. First, the young lady is not yet seventeen. Second," he shouted
over the disbelieving noises of the men, "we have with us tonight the head
of the vice squad, Frank Reynolds, who might one of these years actually
do his duty."
This brought laughter and Frank stepped forward and lifted his
glass in a mock salute.
"And third," boomed my father's voice. "I'd like to publicly thank
my scheming son, Jake, standing right over there, for arranging for the girl
we just watched, his girlfriend actually, to entertain us so enjoyably."
The men clapped and slapped me on the back. Frank hugged me as
whispered in my ear, "Okay, so she's taken. How about her sister standing
over there?" I took me a second to realize that he'd mistaken Joan as
Sophie's sister. I promised to introduced him to her later. After a bear hug
from my dad I went to the room off the hall and knocked softly. Joan
opened the door, a big grin on her youthful face, and let me in. Sophie had
a raincoat pulled around her and was listening as Quince talked to her
excitedly.
"You could make $500 a week working part-time, easy," he was
saying.
"That was a one-time performance," I said to Quince and kissed
Sophie. "You were unbelievable, Sophie. I can't believe you did that."
She beamed and hugged me. Her mouth was next to mine and she
whispered, "That's made me so hot. Is there someplace we can go?"
We borrowed the keys to Quince's van and hopped in the back and
she stripped off the raincoat. She got on all fours and I pulled my pants
down to me knees and knelt behind her. I pulled the thin G-string to one
side and eased my cock into her steamy wetness. We both came within
sixty seconds of my entry.
"Thanks, Jake... I really needed that," she panted.
"There must be thirty guys in there who'd give anything to do the
same to you."
"I know," she said, grinning. "Oh... I know."
When we returned inside I was surprised to find Frank in the room,
talking to Joan.
I approached and said, "So, Frank, you've met Sophie's sister."
Joan smiled and corrected my comment. Frank looked at her again
and lost no interest whatsoever. The gold band around her ring finger
didn't bother him either. As Sophie changed I heard Frank asking Joan to
lunch and tossing aside her reasons for not saying yes. I wondered to
myself how long it would take before the newly-liberated Joan Patterson
was fucking this charming Irishman. I thought of Bill and decided that he
probably wouldn't mind all that much, given his happy circumstances.
I returned to the party after Joan and Sophie had left. I found Dad
talking to the black guy, who he introduced as Colonel Sam Jefferson. I
learned that he was about to retire from the army to start a second career
teaching in Charlottesville. He and his wife and their three kids were
looking for a house. This started Dad and I talking about the Victorian,
and we urged Sam to look in the same neighborhood of older homes for a
similar bargain. Sam agreed to stop by on Monday and take a look around.
He smiled at me when I gave him a pitch for the construction service of
Jake and Jack enterprises.
When they began talking about old times I drifted off and found
Jack and Uncle Bob sitting at a table drinking beers. I got my own and
joined them.
"Sophie gave every man in this place a hard on," gushed Jake.
Looking into his flushed face, I figured he was one or two beers away from
getting sick.
"She was pretty incredible," agreed Uncle Bob.
Frank Reynolds had wandered over and heard Bob's comment.
"That she was, laddies," he said and sat down. "But did you see her
mother? That bonny lady's a true prize for any man."
"Two weeks," I thought to myself. "Within two weeks she'll be
fucking Frank's brains out."
Chapter Eighteen - "Wedding Balls"
Given that it was a second marriage for both Marion and Dad, the
wedding was not huge. A little over one hundred people attended the
service and the reception that followed. Everything went off without a
hitch. The band was excellent and I enjoyed dancing with Sophie. Almost
all of the men from the bachelor party were there, and Sophie was kept
quite busy dancing with all who asked.
Jack had brought Wendy, and she was almost as popular. At one
point, Jake and I were sitting with Uncle Bob and Cathy while Wendy,
Sophie and Jessa danced with other partners.
"What's this about renting a house at the beach?" I asked Bob.
"Oh, yeah," he said, tearing his eyes off Wendy's ass as she danced.
"I was meaning to talk to you about that. I found a great place, a duplex,
and we can either squeeze into one side or rent both. I'd like to rent both...
would you and Jack like to invite Sophie and Wendy? It'll be next
weekend, Friday afternoon through Monday noon."
"That would be great!" I said. "I'm sure Sophie can come."
"Not sure about Wendy," said Jack. "Her parents probably wont
allow it, especially with Dad not being there."
Bob offered to call them, and Jack left to ask Wendy.
"How about you, Cathy?" asked Bob, casually. "You want to bring
a friend?"
Cathy took a sip of champagne, her eyes on Bob's. I discretely
excused myself but not before hearing Cathy say, "Well, that depends,
Bob."
I caught up with Sophie and just managed to beat out Frank
Reynolds who was waiting to dance with her. It was a slow number and I
was able to tell her about the weekend at the beach.
"Sound's great," she said into my ear as we danced. "Maybe we
can fuck with Jake and Wendy."
I told her I wasn't sure Wendy would be allowed to come. And I
reminded her that Uncle Bob and Jessa would be there as well.
"Well, then, I'll just have to pull double duty," she said into my ear
and kissed me there.
- o -
Colonel Jefferson was there with his family. I sat down at their
table and Sam introduced me to them. His wife Helen was lighter skinned
than he, a tall slender woman with a quick, easy smile. His son, Carl, was
very tall, about six-five I guessed and quite good looking. He told me he
was entering the University of Virginia in the fall. The two daughters were
very pretty. Elise, the older one, was darker skinned than her brother, tall
and slender, but with a good body I thought. She was about to turn
seventeen and was in my grade. The other girl, Christina, was fifteen and
her body seemed much fuller than her older sister's.
I asked Elise if she'd dance with me when the music resumed. She
nodded and showed me the same easy smile that her mother had.
"Carl, why don't you dance too?" said his mother.
"We're south of the Mason-Dixon line, mama," he said, smiling. "If
I dance with anyone other than you or my sisters..."
"Oh, you!" said her mother. Sam just smiled at his son.
"Nonsense," I said. I looked around for Sophie but couldn't find
her. I saw Cathy huddled with Uncle Bob and waved to her. She came
over and I introduced her to the Jefferson's. The band returned and I got
up and held Elise's hand and suggested to Carl that he dance with Cathy.
She didn't wait for him to ask, holding her hand out and pulling him to his
feet.
"Other than my relations and yours," she said, "you are the only
good-looking guy here. C'mon."
The four of us danced to a fast number, like mismatched book ends,
and had a great time. Jack came up and cut in, dancing the next song with
Elise, and Sophie stole Carl away from Cathy. I danced with the younger
girl, Christina and openly appraised her very nice body as we danced. The
next dance was slow and she felt good pressed against me.
"You like what you see?" she asked in my ear.
"Very much. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable," I said.
"Mama's warned us about white boys," she said and giggled.
"Oh?" I said, pulling my head back and smiling into her face.
"All they want from a black girl is sex," she said, quoting her
mother. Her brown eyes twinkled.
"She's half right," I said. "That's most of what we want from any
girl."
Christina chuckled and said, "That'll reassure her."
- o -
Later I got a chance to dance with Wendy.
We rocked together in a slow embrace, her head on my shoulder.
"Jack tells me Sophie was a big hit last night," she said quietly into
my ear.
"Uh huh. It was very sexy."
"Mmmm," she said and we danced some more.
"Maybe she'll do it for you some day," I whispered into her ear.
"But I have to warn you, it makes her very hot."
"Oh?"
"She strips down to just a G-string below and tassels on her tits.
I'm sure she'd want you to pull the G-string to one side and lick her pussy."
We danced some more, and then Wendy said, "If I can talk my
parents into letting me join you at the beach... would we all... do it,
together?"
"I think so," I said. "I'd like that."
"Me too," she said and I felt her body tremble and heard her sigh. I
looked up and smiled at Marion and Dad who were dancing close by, then
returned my mouth close to Wendy's ear.
"Would you let me fuck your ass while Sophie eats you?"
"Uh huh," she said.
- o -
"How did your conversation go with Jessa?" asked Marion. She
had changed into her traveling clothes, and we were sitting together at the
tail end of the party.
"Aside from the fact that she ended up dousing the two of us," she
added.
"I'm never quite sure about how much of our conversation I should
disclose to Jessa, and vice versa, without screwing things up."
"I know what you mean," she said. "I'm sure you'll do your best."
I collected my thoughts and said, "She has been spying on Sophie
and I, and on Jack and Wendy." I skipped the part about Wendy and I.
"She's seen a lot and she's probably heard us talking about, um, well...
fantasizing."
"And she's interested, in sex," I continued. "But I'm pretty sure it's
intellectual curiosity more than anything. She's so bright it's scary
sometimes and she's... well, very sure of herself and what she wants. I've
told her that she should wait until she's older and in love with someone."
"Oh?" said Marion. "Did she say she wanted to have sex soon?
With whom?"
I cleared my throat and said, "She said that I was on her list, and
Jake. Ralph too."
"Oh," she said. She was silent for a few minutes and the said, "I
suppose there are worse things."
I looked at her face and she was looking off into the distance, her
face thoughtful. I watched her and saw her smile to herself, then look at
me.
"I'd like her to wait, too, Jake." She colored a bit and continued,
"For one thing, my little girl is much too small for an O'Leary."
I laughed and told her not to worry.
- o -
The newly-weds were at the airport boarding the red-eye to Rome,
and we were back home. Jessa had a bit too much champagne and was
drifting off, so I gave her an aspirin and put her to bed in Dad's room. I
went back downstairs and got a cold drink and joined Jack and Bob in the
family room. The convertible sofa had been made into a bed for Bill but
there was still enough room to sit and chat.
We were talking about how best to convince Wendy's religious
parents to let her go, and Bob came up with a great idea.
"I'll tell them I'm a lay minister in addition to a farmer. And that I'll
make sure that Wendy's looked after... Holy shit!"
He was looking past me and I turned. Cathy had walked into the
room, and she was completely nude. We all stared as she set a tube of K-Y
jelly on the arm of the sofa bed, then climbed on. Lying on her back she
spread her legs wide, giving us all a perfect view of her sex. Her hands
went to her breasts and squeezed the firm mounds.
"It's been a long time, Bob, since you fucked me. I hope you don't
mind sharing me with my brothers."
We were all out of our clothes in less than a minute. Three sets of
mouths and hands descended on Cathy, licking, caressing, sucking, kissing.
When she came, Bob was eating her cunt and Jack sucking and biting her
breasts and nipples, while I covered her mouth with mine to mute the
sound of her climax.
After a brief respite Bob directed Jack to turn her sideways on the
bed. Jack mounted her, then rolled over so Cathy was on top, while Bob
lubed up his cock. I waited until Bob's cock was buried in her ass before
bringing my cock to her waiting mouth. We were all silent as we triple-
fucked Cathy, listening to the sounds of her moans and the wet sounds of
cocks sliding back and forth in her three holes. We all came within a
minute of one another and Cathy had cum pumped into her mouth and
deep inside her cunt and ass.
- o -
Sunday was slow and lazy as we all recovered from the previous
day's activities. I made breakfast and served people as they came down.
Uncle Bob had been up for hours, reading the bible as he prepared himself
to talk to Wendy's parents. Jessa didn't seem too hung over. Her face
showed pleasure as she sat for the first time at our breakfast table, chatting
about this and that with her new siblings.
Bob discussed how he might approach Wendy's folks and practiced
a bit on us. Knowing that they'd be at church he called and left this message
on their answering machine, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Glendennon. This is Bob
Wilson calling. You may have heard that I'm down from my parish in New
York looking after Jerry O'Leary's kids while he's on his honeymoon. I
suspect you're at Church now, and I'll try back later. Just wanted to talk
to you personally about Wendy joining us next weekend at Virginia Beach,
and to assure you that I'll keep as close an eye on her as I would my own
kids. Talk to you later. Good-bye for now."
When he hung up Cathy said, "Bob, you don't have any kids."
He grinned and said, "But if I did, boy I'd watch 'em close."
Mrs. Glendennon called back after lunch and invited Bob to come
over. He agreed to but added, "I can't stay long. I've a twelve-year old girl
in my charge and I don't want her unsupervised for long."
He went over to their house, quoted scripture, talked about how
the current generation needed more guidance and, in the end, talked them
into letting Wendy join us for the beach weekend.
- o -
Work continued on the Victorian on Monday. We spit the crew of
five working on the exterior into two groups, one to finish scraping and
preparing the walls, the other to begin the painting. Uncle Bob supervised
the exterior work. Inside, Jack and I and another guy worked with the
carpenter, Ben. The kitchen was ready for the installation of cabinets and
Jack worked on that while I hung wall board elsewhere on the first floor.
Ben shuttled between us, giving us pointers and helping where needed.
The work was really quite enjoyable, much more rewarding than
the tedious jobs of demolition, rubbish removal and wall scraping. You
could see the progress. You started in a room with only studs and finished
with a room that was ready for primer and paint.
Toward the end of the day Cathy arrived, followed shortly by the
Jefferson clan. They had spent the day looking at houses all over
Charlottesville. I got each of them a cold drink from the cooler and
suggested a tour of the house.
"Let's split them up so it's not too crowded," said Cathy. She put
her arm around Carl's arm and smiled up at him. "Colonel Jefferson, you
coming?" Cathy led the two men up to the front porch, walking between
the two tall black men with her arms tucked around theirs.
"I think your husband's safe, Mrs. J," I said. "But Carl... I'm not to
sure. Once Cathy sees something she wants..."
Helen Jefferson smiled and took my arm. "He can take care of
himself."
"What's that you're always sayin', mama?" said the younger
daughter, Christina. "I mean 'bout white girls and what they want..."
"You hush girl!" said her mother, holding my arm tighter as we
walked toward the house.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw both girl's smiling
wickedly.
Work was still continuing in the house as I brought the Jefferson
ladies on a tour. Two-thirds of the downstairs now had wall board up and
it looked good to me, but the floors were still coated with plaster dust and
I could see that Helen Jefferson wasn't quite sure of what to make of this
place. In the kitchen we found Jack and Ben hooking up the dishwasher.
All of the cabinets were installed and if you closed your eyes and imagined
countertops, appliances, paint or wallpaper and a tile floor, it looked pretty
good.
"Well, hello there," said Jack getting up from the floor. "Sam and
Carl were just through here and I was hoping y'all would be along."
Jack introduced the Jefferson's to Ben, explaining that they were
looking for a house to buy in Charlottesville. As he made the introductions
and talked I noticed that his eyes always returned to Elise Jefferson, the
tall, older daughter. I thought to myself that Jack must he hooked on dark,
athletic, slender women.
"Now that you mention it," said Ben. "The neighbor, two houses
over, the big gray colonial, he was by late last week to see how we were
coming along. He told me he and his wife were moving to a smaller place
now that the kids were long gone. Wanted to know if I'd do some work
for him to get his house ready to sell. Y'all might want to take a look...
gee, if you could buy it direct without a real estate agent, maybe you could
save some money and do the fix-up work yourself."
"That would be great, mama," said Elise. "Let's take a look." She
had noticed Jack's attention to her and was not uninterested herself.
We finished the tour and joined the Jefferson men outside. Cathy
was holding onto Carl's arm as the threesome stood under the elm tree and
talked.
"You're doing an amazing job on that house," said Sam. "It's gonna
be magnificent."
Elise told her father about the house Ben had mentioned and
badgered him until he agreed to go back in and talk to Ben. When he
returned he and Ben walked down to the Colonial. He returned ten
minutes later, having talked to the owner, and led his family back to take a
look.
"You got your eyes on Carl Jefferson?" I said to Cathy when they'd
left.
"He's a hunk", she said. "And we'll both be going to UVA in the
fall."
"You know what they say about black men," I teased, holding my
hands about a foot apart.
She punched me but then laughed.
- o -
The Jefferson's, in turned out, loved the stately colonial and came
to terms with the owner the next day. Carl, Elise and Christina came by on
Tuesday to help with the house. Carl joined me inside and helped me finish
all the first floor wall-board. By the end of the day we had also restored
the moldings that had been sent off and dipped to remove a hundred years
of paint.
"Dad was telling me about the bachelor party," said Carl at one
point. "I'm real sorry I missed it."
"He told you about Sophie's performance, eh?"
"Yeah," said Carl. "Knocked his socks off."
"Mine too," I said. "I talked her into it, but just expected her to
pop out of the cake, dance around a bit, give Dad a kiss, then leave. I
think my dear Sophie has an exhibitionist streak in her."
"Could be worse things," he said, grinning.
Later he said, somewhat uncomfortably, "Jake, um, how would you
and your family react if I, um, dated Cathy?"
"No problem at all, Carl. Date her, take her to bed, marry her...
just make sure we don't have to take her back."
Jack and Ben made significant progress in the kitchen, installing all
the countertops and laying the tile floor. Elise and Christina joined Uncle
Bob's crew outside and painted. The scraping and priming of all the walls
was complete and all of the ground floor was done. There were four
people, all teens, up on the scaffolding painting the higher elevations when
Carl and I went out to see the progress. Uncle Bob and Jessa were
painting in a different color the woodwork around the windows and doors
and the columns on the wrap-around front porch.
"Shit," I said, "this is coming together!"
At the end of the day I brought out my cash box and paid the crew.
The Jefferson's first refused the meager pay, until I whispered in Carl's ear
that Cathy was not a cheap date. He smiled, took the money, and his sisters
did as well.
By Thursday the exterior painting was completed and the house
looked great. Inside, the kitchen was completely done: tiled, papered and
all appliances installed. The half-bath was also finished and every wall and
ceiling was prepped for painting. Ben, Jack, Carl and I made some
progress putting up wall board on the second floor.
At the end of the day, after paying the crew and telling everyone to
show up first thing Tuesday morning, I stood on the curb and stared at the
beautiful house. I was almost disappointed that we were stopping at this
point and going to the seashore. We had such momentum with the large
crew and could've painted the first floor in another day. Then I smiled to
myself and remembered what was in store.
The owner of what I now thought of as the Jefferson's house came
by while I was admiring the house.
"She's a beaut," he said.
Cathy drove up as we were chatting, and he invited us all to tour
his house. Carl took Cathy's arm and they walked with the older fellow
down the sidewalk. Jack and Elise followed, holding hands, and I held my
hand out for Christina.
"Seems like Carl and Cathy have hit it off," she said as we walked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Jack and Elise," she continued. "They're sweet on each other."
"Uh huh," I said. "Jack's girl, Wendy, is moving away in a month.
The lad seems to be rebounding quite well."
Christina chuckled and said, "That leaves me as the only Jefferson
without a white honey."
"What about my dismal situation?" I said. "I'm the only O'Leary
without a Jefferson to love."
"But you have Sophie," she said. "She's so pretty."
"That she is," I said.
Christina sighed. I looked over at her as we walked, noticing again
her voluptuous body. The curves reminded me of Sophie, and I told her
so.
"Think you could tell us apart," she teased, "in the dark?"
I squeezed her hand and said, "Now there's an interesting thought."
Chapter Nineteen - "Beach Blanket Bimbos"
We took two cars on the three hour drive to the beach. I drove
Cathy's car with Jack, Sophie and Wendy. Bob, Cathy and Jessa drove in
Bob's car.
"This is so exciting," I heard Wendy say to Jack in the back seat.
"We've never actually slept together."
"That's right," I heard from Jack and then they kissed.
"Hey, lovebirds," I said. "Save it for the beach house."
"Why should they?" said Sophie. I glanced over and saw her
looking at my lap. Cathy's car had bench seats front and back. I knew
what Sophie was thinking as soon as her hand wandered over and rested in
my lap.
"I need to concentrate on driving," I objected when her hand went
to my belt. "And somebody might see us."
Her hand worked my belt loose. I glanced over and saw Sophie
undo her seat belt and turn sideways on the seat.
"Did you hear that, Wendy? Jake thinks that if I suck his cock
while he drives, someone might see us."
"Seems kinda unlikely," I heard from Wendy, then a giggle.
Sophie lowered herself and applied both hands to the job of
unzipping me. I lifted my butt off the seat and she pushed my pants and
jockey's half way down my thighs. I glanced into the rear view mirror and
saw Jack but couldn't see Wendy. Sophie's mouth took my cock inside and
sucked me until I was hard. I kept my eyes on the back of Bob's car just
ahead, wondering if he or his passengers would notice the disappearance of
the girls in this car, and hoping we wouldn't come to a town and have to
stop at a light or something.
I heard a particularly loud sucking sound from the back seat,
followed by Jake's comment, "Yeah, babe, suck me good."
Sophie began slurping noisily at my cock and moaning loudly as she
felated me, and Wendy followed suit. For the next five minutes the car was
filled with the erotic sounds of the girls as they licked and sucked. Their
overacting made me smile but did nothing to diminish the wonderful feeling
and I came, seconds after Jack's cry from the back seat, and blasted my
cum into Sophie's eager mouth.
- o -
"Have you made love to a woman before?" asked Sophie of Wendy
a half-hour down the rural highway. Both girls were back in their seats,
belted in, and Sophie was half turned, chatting with Jack and Wendy.
"No," said Wendy. "You?"
"Yes," said Sophie. "It's really fun... and sexy."
"Who with?"
"Can't say... I'm not one who licks and tells," said Sophie, and both
girls giggled.
I heard a seat belt pop loose in the back and glanced over in time to
see Wendy lean forward, over the seat and kiss Sophie. Sophie held
Wendy's head in place and kissed her back, wetly. They were both
breathing hard when they broke and Wendy fell back into her seat.
Bob stopped for gas about an hour from our destination. We all
piled out and got cold drinks from the machine inside. Jessa sidled up to me
and said, "What happened back there? I though you'd dumped the girls out
of the car."
Her eyes twinkled and her smile was mischievous.
"Never you mind, Miss Jessica," I said. "It wasn't anything you
haven't seen."
"Yeah," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "But it's not
something I've done."
"Thank God for that," I said.
- o -
When we got back in the car, Sophie and Wendy insisted on sharing
the back seat. Within minutes after pulling back on the highway they were
locked in a passionate embrace. Sophie took charge and told Wendy to slip
out of her shorts, then positioned her with her back against the door.
When Sophie finished bringing Wendy to a noisy orgasm they switched
places. Sophie pulled her panties off and pulled her sundress up. I glanced
back and saw that she'd kept her pussy shaved bare from the bachelor
party. Wendy squealed in delight at the sight of Sophie's bare cunt and
went right to work, licking and sucking Sophie.
When they finished the car reeked of sex and one end of the back
seat was slippery with their juices. We turned off the air conditioning and
opened all the windows, driving the last ten minutes in the stifling July heat,
as the girls giggled and used half a box of tissues to clean up.
- o -
The duplex was right on the beach, built on telephone pole-sized
stilts on top of the dunes that separated the road from the sandy beach and
the ocean. We unpacked the car and put things away in our rooms and in
the kitchen that we chose to use. It was the duplex side that Cathy, Bob
and Jessa would use.
"Let's change and go for a swim," suggested Bob. It's was five in
the afternoon but still very hot, and everyone scattered to go to their rooms
and change. Sophie and I went upstairs. The room had a large king-sized
bed and not much else. A small dresser, a tiny closet and a single chair.
But it had sliding glass doors that led to a good-sized balcony with chairs
and a small table. Sophie stripped and stood at the stood in front of the
large expanse of glass, looking out to the waves crashing against the shore
about a hundred yards away.
"This is gonna be so great, Jake," she said.
I'd just finished pulling off my clothes when I looked over at her
naked body framed nicely against the window and the seashore beyond.
My eyes dropped to her round sexy ass, and my cock stiffened
immediately. I walked over behind her and knelt behind her. Holding
her hips in my hands I proceeded to make love to her sexy ass, kissing and
licking the bountiful but firm, white flesh. After a minute Sophie reached
her hands out to brace against the glass doors, bending herself at the waist
and pushing her ass back against me. She moaned as I spread her cheeks
and licked up and down her crack. I flicked my tongue back and forth
across her pinkish rosebud for a minute then stabbed my tongue inside.
"Oh, God, Jake!" she said as my tongue worked it's way inside. I'd
never done this before and was surprised that she didn't taste too bad. I
rose after a minute and slid my cock fully into her cunt, wetting it with her
juices before positioning it at her anus. Sophie pushed back against me as I
drove inside her, groaning as my cock cleaved her ass and buried itself in
her bowels.
I gazed over Sophie's shoulder to the ocean, noticing that all the
others were already out there, diving into the waves, as I slowly fucked my
cock up Sophie's ass.
"Wendy has told me I can take her this way," I said as I fucked her,
holding onto one hanging breast with one hand, the other on her hip. "But
only if you eat her pussy while I do."
Sophie moaned and I continued to fuck her until I came, grunting
as my cock released it's load deep in her ass.
- o -
We put our suits on and joined the others in the water. After
swimming and splashing around for a half-hour we sat on towels, drying
off. Sophie looked stunning in her green bikini, and the large expanse of
breast exposed by her top attracted Bob's attention on more than one
occasion as we chatted and watched the waves.
Wendy was dressed in a small black bikini, severely cut to show
most of her thighs and hips and skimpy on top, showing a good portion of
her medium-sized breasts. Cathy looked great as always, and even little Jessa
looked good to me as she finally came out of the water and joined us. Her
small budding breasts were nicely outlined in her black one-piece suit, the
nipples erect from her long stay in the cool water.
- o -
After dinner we sat on the large deck, watching the waves as the
sun set behind us. Bob and Cathy went for a walk down the beach. Jessa
excused herself to go inside and read, leaving Sophie, Wendy, Jack and I
outside, rocking in our chairs, enjoying the nightfall.
"When should we do it?" asked Wendy to no one in particular.
"I want you to myself, tonight," said Jack. "We have the whole
weekend."
Wendy got up and sat in Jack's lap. They kissed and Wendy
purred, "Okay, lover, I'm all yours."
She excuse herself to shower and went inside. I saw the light come
on in their bedroom and watched as Wendy pulled the drapes closed. They
too had sliders in their room, leading in their case to the large deck we
were now using.
Sophie asked me to get her wine and Jack said, "me too."
I went inside and poured the wine, chatting with Jessa as I did. She
was sitting on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, reading a mystery novel.
"Are you sleeping with Sophie tonight?" she asked, looking up
from her book.
"Uh huh."
"And Jack with Wendy."
"Yep."
"And... Bob with Cathy?"
"Hey, squirt, this is none of your business y'know."
She looked a little forlorn sitting there and I knew she must be
feeling kind of strange being the only one in the party without a partner. I
sat down next to her.
"It's pretty obvious from the way they look at each other," she said.
"Cathy and Bob, I mean."
I leaned over and kissed her softly.
"This is gonna be a fun weekend, Jessa. You'll have a great time."
She pouted at me. Then her eyes brightened and her face took on
her familiar impish expression.
"Would you do me a huge favor, Jake?"
"What" I asked, suddenly on guard.
"I'd like to watch. When you and Sophie, y'know--"
"I'll ask her, only if you'll promise not to sulk if she says no."
"Okay, Jake. I promise."
I brought the wine outside and sat with Jack and Sophie for another
fifteen minutes before Jack excused himself and went inside.
"This is so great, Jake," sighed Sophie, when we were alone.
"Yes, it is." I agreed.
"I've got a funny question to ask you." I said after a few moments.
I explained the situation with Jessa and how we determined that she was
spying on us. I concluded with my conversation with Marion, and our
shared desire to see her remain a virgin for awhile longer.
"Kinda weird," said Sophie. "That she was watching us fuck."
"Uh huh."
"But what's your question?" she asked.
"Would you mind if we watched us tonight?"
Sophie was silent for a minute and while I waited Bob and Cathy
came back from their walk, letting go of one another's hand as they
approached.
"Sounds kind of kinky," said Sophie, low enough not to be heard by
the approaching pair. "I'm in."
"Hi," said Bob as he and Cathy sat down in the rocking chairs.
"Jessa's reading, I see."
"Yeah," I said. "She'll be fine."
"I think I'll go wash this sand out of my hair and hit the sack," said
Sophie. I turned and watched her enter the well-lit living room and go
over and kneel before Jessa. Her face broke out into a big smile at whatever
Sophie said, and turned back, listening to the waves crash against the
shore. During the lull between the tides, I could hear something else and it
took me a moment to realize it was the sounds of Jack and Wendy making
love in the room off the deck. I looked at Cathy and Bob and realized they
too could hear the muffled sounds.
"I think I'll turn in," said Bob. Cathy and I rose as well, and we all
entered the house.
I flashed a signal to Jessa, holding both hands up with the fingers
spread---ten minutes. Then I went into the other side and upstairs. I
looked into our room and saw that Sophie had lit two candles and had
opened the drapes. The combination of the candles and faint moonlight
illuminated the room very nicely. I stuck my head in and saw Sophie
lying on the sheets, naked, reading a book as she waited.
"Five minutes," I said and she looked up and smiled. I went to the
bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped then entered the spray and
washed the sand from my hair and body, then quickly soaped up and rinsed
off. When I stepped from the bathroom, dried off and completely nude, I
almost bumped into Jessa who was standing at the top of the stairs. She
gasped in surprise, and her eyes dropped to my cock, half-hard in
anticipation of fucking Sophie in front of my twelve year-old sister.
"Come," I said softly and held my hand out for hers. She followed
me slowly into the room and sat down in the room's only chair. I went to
close the door and heard Jessa's voice say, "You shaved?"
"Uh huh," said Sophie. When I got on the bed Sophie's legs were
spread, giving Jessa at perfect view of her sex, and her fingers were caressing
her mound.
"It's kinda sexy, don't you think?" asked Sophie and Jessa nodded.
"Makes Jake think he's fucking you instead of me."
"Sophie," I said, irritated.
"Never mind," she said. "I was just kidding."
She turned toward me and pulled me to her. We kissed and our
hands explored one another. I was self-conscious at first but soon forgot
about Jessa. Sophie rolled on top of me and mounted herself on my cock. I
laid back and played with her breasts, and listened to the waves crashing in
the distance as she rode me to a climax.
"Oh, that's so good," she panted as he rolled off me, onto her back.
I gave her a minute before I rolled on top of her and slid my cock back into
her wetness.
"Go slow," whispered Sophie into my ear. "Make it last."
We made love slowly over the next fifteen minutes, touching,
caressing, kissing as our bodies moved together and apart. I felt like I
could go on forever, fucking her like this, enjoying the feel of her body
beneath me and my cock in her wet, warm, tight sex. I felt her passions rise
and slowed even further, wanting to delay her climax until I was ready.
"Tie me up," she whispered in my ear. "Then come back inside
me."
I pulled out and rolled off the bed. My cock, rock hard and coated
in Sophie's juices, bobbed within a foot of Jessa as I passed her and went to
the dresser. I retrieved two silk scarves and returned, past Jessa again, and
onto the bed. Sophie had turned over and held her arms out. I quickly
bound her wrists and tied them to the headboard, then worked a pillow
under Sophie's hips, elevating her cunt just enough. I prepared to enter
then thought better of it.
I realized that Jessa's view wasn't going to be very good. "Jessa, come
here." I said, patting the bed next to us.
Jessa came over and sat timidly on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide
and excited. I figured that this was infinitely better than being crouched in
the closet, trying to watch us through the heating vent.
"Sophie's been a bad girl," I explained to Jessa and rubbed by hands
over Sophie's ass. I spanked her three times, sharp quick blows and
noticed out of the corner of my mind that Jessa flinched. Sophie, on the
other hand, just purred.
"Tell her, Sophie. Tell Jessa why you should be punished."
"I've been thinking nasty thoughts," she said.
"What?" I said and spanked her three more times.
Sophie moaned in obvious pleasure and said, "I've been thinking
about making love to Wendy."
"You want to eat her pussy?" I asked, my voice stern, and spanked
her again.
"Oh, yes," she said. "And Cathy's too... and Jessa's."
"She's only twelve, you pervert," I said and swatted her three more
times.
Sophie's confession continued until she had mentioned everybody in
the house and every possible depraved thing she might do with them. I
entered Sophie again when she finished and pressed myself fully in her cunt
until her warm ass pressed against my front. I fucked her hard this time,
slamming my cock into her with great force until she came and the
spasming of her cunt around my cock caused me to blast my load deep
into her.
When I recovered I pulled myself out of Sophie and rose. I untied
her then went into the bathroom to wash up. Jessa followed me in, and
watched as I ran the water over a washcloth and cleaned my cock and
balls.
"You didn't wear a condom, like with Wendy," she said.
"Sophie's on the pill," I explained. "And she knows that I'm not
carrying any diseases. If she'd just met me, or was unsure about that, she'd
make me were a condom to protect herself."
"Oh," she said.
I rinsed out the washcloth and squeezed most of the water out.
"C'mon," I said and she followed me back in the room and watched
while I cleaned up the dozing Sophie. Jessa followed me back into the
bathroom as I rinsed out the washcloth and put it aside.
"Did you enjoy watching us?" I said when I had finished. I was still
nude but she didn't seem the least embarrassed to be with me in the small
bathroom.
"Very much," she said. "Can I ask you some questions?"
"Sure." I lowered the lid on the toilet and sat down. I reached out
and pulled Jessa between my legs then sat her down on one thigh.
She reached her hand down, between my thighs and said, "Do you
mind?"
When I shook my head she wrapped her fingers around my flaccid
penis.
"Are you, and Jack... bigger than normal."
"Yes, quite a bit bigger than some, I think."
"I can't imagine it fitting inside me," she said.
"That's just what your mom said," I said. She looked at me,
surprised, and I gave her a brief summary of our conversation, ending with
her mom's cryptic comment that Jessa was too small for an O'Leary.
"Is... your dad this big?"
"Don't know for sure, but I suspect he's even bigger."
"And my mom... Jesus!"
She was silent for a few moments and then looked at me with those
incredibly observant eyes. "I want you to make love to me," she said.
I shook my head. "Wait. Fall in love. I want you as a sister, not a
lover."
"That's because you're... sentimental," she said. "I'm not."
Her impish smile returned. "Maybe Jack will do it with me, or
Bob."
I frowned at her and eased her off my lap and rose. "That's up to
you, Jessa."
I gave her goodnight kiss then told her to go to bed. When I got
back to bed I spent a few moments arranged the sheets over Sophie, blew
out the candles and slipped into bed. She rolled to her side and nestled her
warm body up against me.
"Where ya been?" she said sleepily.
"Talking to Jessa."
"Why don't ya just fuck her and put her out of her misery."
"I'm too noble for that."
"Oh, I forgot," she said, with justified sarcasm, then slowly drifted
off to sleep.
- o -
We all ate a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes the next
morning, then went out to the beach and spent a couple hours playing in
the water and laying in the sun. In Sophie's case, because of her fair skin,
she greased herself up with Sunblock and sat under an umbrella when she
wasn't in the water or throwing the frisbee around.
A fast-moving front brought dark gray clouds at noon and we
brought everything back up to the house. The girls showered while Jack
and I made lunch. It was raining when we finished lunch. I caught Bob
away from the others and suggested he take Cathy and Jessa to a matinee.
Bob smiled in complete understanding and called the movie theater for
times.
I went up to shower as soon as they left and came down less than
ten minutes later to find Sophie eating Wendy while Jack fucked her from
behind. I got myself a cold beer and drank it while I watched. After Jack
came in Sophie he went to get a drink while I greased my cock up and
flipped Wendy over. As she climbed to her hands and knees Sophie slid
under her. Wendy came twice while I butt-fucked her and Sophie ate her
cunt.
Our orgy continued with a few breaks for showers or a quick swim
for the next two hours. We lost track of time and Bob, Cathy and Jessa
walked in on us while I was fucking my cock down Wendy's throat and
Sophie was riding to top of Jack. Bob and Cathy wasted no time stripping
out or their clothes and joining in. Jessa walked around and watched until the
orgy ended an hour later.
Sophie and Cathy huddled a few minutes later, whispering, then
attacked Jessa, tickling the girl while they stripped off her clothes. Wendy
soon joined them and helped them carry Jessa to the middle of the room.
They found just enough energy to bring Jessa to two intense orgasms as their
mouths and hands caressed and probed her young body.
- o -
The rest of our weekend was more of the same. Swimming and
sunning on the beach during the day, long public orgies at night. We often
went swimming nude after dark during a break in the action.
Jack and I refused to fuck Jessa but she talked Uncle Bob and Cathy
into allowing her to sleep with them Saturday night. Sunday morning I
learned from Cathy that Bob had took her vaginal cherry and showed her
how to felate his cock. She explained that Jessa had delivered a well-
rehearsed argument once the three of them were alone in bed and that
Cathy had agreed and told Bill that he'd be the perfect first teacher for the
young girl. I really couldn't blame him for doing it and was happy for her
when I saw her beaming face in the morning.
Later on Sunday I came in for lunch and found Jessa bent over a chair
and Jack fucking his thick cock into her pussy from behind. They had
come in earlier to prepare lunch but had obviously been distracted. Jessa's
young face was flushed with pleasure and her nipples stood stiffly out from
her budding breasts, looking disproportional long.
"She's so God-damned tight, Jake," he said. "You should try her."
For some reason I refused then and later, despite Jessa's constant
needling about my hypocrisy of willingly fucking Cathy, my blood sister,
and not her. But Jessa was not without partners for the rest of our stay as all
the girls enjoyed eating her pussy, especially after Bill shaved off what little
hair she had. Jack and Bill fucked her as often as they could, given their
other duties.
Very late Sunday night, Sophie, Jack, Wendy and I were relaxing
and dosing on the living room floor after a long session when we heard a
commotion on the other side of the duplex. I eased Wendy off me and the
two of us went to investigate. We walked through the connecting door
and found Bob, Jessa and Cathy standing naked in the middle of their living
room. Jessa had a leather collar around her narrow neck that was attached to
a dog leash. Cathy was standing behind Jessa, holding the leash in one hand,
and whipped the end of it across Jessa's ass as we entered.
"Quiet, bitch," she hissed.
"Ah, some visitors," said Bob. He was standing in front of Jessa and
his cock was fully erect. "Once we get outside, little tramp, you'll have to
be as quiet as a mouse or you'll attract some of our neighbors."
Jessa's face colored from embarrassment when she saw us approach.
She looked so small and defenseless standing there, tears in her eyes, as
Cathy and Bob played their roles in this erotic scene. Half of me wanted to
rescue her, even though I knew she was a willing participant. The other
half of me envied Bob and Cathy. My resolve not to fuck her was severely
tested as I stared at her barely developing body, the erect nipples sticking
up from her budding breasts, the lips of her sex clearly visible between her
slightly spread narrow thighs, glistening wetly from her excitement.
"That's what the little slut wants, Bob," said Cathy, whipping her
again. "She wants to attract neighbors so she can fuck em'."
"You think so?" said Bob. He closed on Jessa and took her head in
his hands. "Is that right, slut? Are you gonna yell and holler when I fuck
that cute ass of yours?"
"N--No... Master," was Jessa's reply, her voice brittle with excitement
and a little fear.
As I watched I felt Wendy press her body up against me, her
nipples and breasts pressing against my back. She rested her chin on my
shoulder and watched Jessa's torment while her hands circled my waist and
stroked my cock. I had cum many times that day and thought myself
finished but my cock throbbed and lengthened under her caress.
"Because if you cry out, little slut, you may attract other men, and
they'll want to rape that tight, virgin ass of yours."
"I wont---" she said and earned another lash from Cathy. It was not
very hard but Jessa winced.
"I want you to myself, slave," said Bob.
"Oww," cried Jessa as Cathy whipped her again.
"The only cock this little cunt wants shoved up her ass is right over
there," said Cathy, cruelty in her tone.
My cock was now fully erect in Wendy's hands. Jessa shot a nervous
glance at it before Bob pulled her head back to look at him.
"Is that right, slut? Would you rather have Jake's cock than your
Master's?"
"Ah... I... no," stammered Jessa.
"She's a lyin' little tramp," said Cathy. "She's been parading her slut
body in front of Jake since we got here, hoping he'd use her slut body."
"But her ass?" said Bob. "Cath, do you really think she wants that
monster shoved up her ass?"
"It's exactly what the little slut wants," said Cathy.
"No!" cried Jessa. This earned her a half dozen swats from Cathy.
After she finished Bob took the leash from Cathy and led the red-faced girl
around the room in circles and I noticed that Jack and Sophie were now in
the room. Bob stopped with Jessa behind a large easy chair and shoved her
forward, bending her over the back. He motioned for Cathy to take the
leash then winked at me.
"C'mere, Jake," he said. He whispered instructions in my ear then
moved around the chair and knelt before Jessa, taking her head into his
hands.
"It's up to you, slut," he said into her face.
Cathy held Jessa's tight little ass cheeks apart and I got in position, my
cock against her tiny rosette. I could see that they'd oiled her earlier, and
my cock slid in small circles over the entrance to her back passage.
"No!" she cried as I pressed the huge head up against her.
"You don't want Jake to fuck your ass?" asked Bob.
"No... please, Master."
"I thought you wanted Jake," he said.
"No.. yes... not that way," she said.
"But you'll allow me to, wont you?"
"Yes!"
"You'll have to promise to be quiet out there on the beach, little
slut, or I'll have Jake shove his cock up your virgin ass this very second."
"I promise!" she said.
He let her up a few moments later. Cathy led the girl around the
room a few times while Bob packed a blanket and a tube of jelly into a bag.
They then led the girl by the leash out the door and into the night.
I looked over at Jack and saw that he was as turned on as I from
what we'd seen, his cock standing erect. Wendy put her arm around
Sophie and they walked together to the other side.
"If you grease me up, I'll do you," I heard Wendy say to Sophie. "I
think we're in for a real pounding!"
When we did get home Monday evening we were all utterly fucked
out.
EPILOGUE
We finished the restoration of the Victorian two days before Dad
and Marion returned from their honeymoon. We took them directly there
from the airport. Despite their exhaustion from the long flight and the six
hour time difference, Dad insisted on carrying Marion over the threshold.
When they entered Dad stopped dead in his tracks and I could see his eyes
widen in appreciation. The main hall stretched from the front entrance to
the elegant staircase in the back. The oak floors gleamed and perfectly
reflected the light from the antique crystal chandelier above their heads.
He put Marion down and her face reflected almost the same
amazement as his. The walked left, through the front and back parlors,
each freshly painted in a color appropriate for the era and sporting the same
gleaming floors as well as matching fireplaces with polished hardwood
mantels.
They went back through the hall and through the formal dining
room, the family room and into the kitchen, admiring each room as they
went, complimenting Jack, Jessa and me constantly. We went up the wide
staircase and directed them first to the family bedrooms and baths before
bringing them back to the master suite.
Except for this room and the kitchen, none of the house was
furnished. The day before, Jake and I had rented a U-haul and brought all
of the furniture from Dad's room to the new house and set up their
bedroom. Marion laughed when she opened a closet and found all of dad's
suits and shirts hung neatly in two rows. Jessa brought her to the other closet
and proudly showed her all the clothes that she had brought over from
Marion's apartment. We left the newly-weds there and went back to the
house to finish packing.
- o -
Over the last several years, quite a bit has happened to the people
introduced in this narrative.
Sophie Patterson started working part-time for Quince as a
stripper-dancer for hire at bachelor parties. This began when we were still
dating, without my knowledge, and continued after I learned about it and
objected. What started out as a once- or twice-a-week job for spending
and college money gradually increased to the point where she was working
most nights during the week and two or three times on weekend nights.
Sophie became addicted to the thrills of public exposure. She also became
extremely good at it.
We gradually drifted away during the following school year, dating
others but still remaining good friends and occasional lovers. She'd come
by late at night after stripping for a room of drunk men with a wild look in
her eye, and either Jack or I would take her upstairs for a wild ride. Both
of us wore condoms now with Sophie but she never challenged our
un-stated concern.
Her grades suffered because of her extracurricular activities, but she
did get accepted to one of the state schools in Northern California. She
lasted less than a full year in college because her continued stripping and
dancing activities made it difficult to study and her sizable income made her
wonder why she bothered. In the last letter I received from Sophie she
wrote that she was now the headliner at a North Beach strip club in San
Francisco, was making three grand in a bad week, and had taken one of the
other dancers as a lover. She also told me in this letter, after urging me
never to tell, that my Dad had been to the strip club when he was in San
Francisco for a convention.
"I recognized him half-way through my routine," she wrote. "I did
the rest focusing only on him. When I finished I had one of the girls take a
note to him, inviting him backstage to my dressing room. I hope you aren't
angry at me, Jake, but I seduced him that night." Her postscript to this
letter said he had the biggest she'd ever seen.
I worry whenever I think about her, and imagine the toll of her new
lifestyle. Her letters, however, continue to remind me of the old Sophie,
open and intelligent, curious and ready for new experiences. She has
recently taken up backpacking and is often trekking someplace in the
Sierras with friends.
"She'll be okay," I tell myself but still I worry.
- o -
Wendy Glendennon wrote every now and then to Jack and I. She
hated Chicago, in part because she lived in a high-rise with her parents and
went to an all-girl's school in the city. In her early letters she complained
that she had no opportunity for sex except with a girlfriend that she'd
introduced to lesbian sex. In a subsequent letter she told us that she'd
seduced the headmaster of the school as was now getting fucked almost
daily.
We lost track of her after her father was transferred again, this time
to California.
- o -
Joan Patterson had the baby, a healthy girl who she named Melinda
after my mother. The incestuous relationships continued in the Patterson
family but toned down considerably as Angela and Ralph began dating kids
their own age. Angela grew up to be a real beauty, although not as
voluptuous as her older sister. Ralph's interests in video games transferred
to computers and he is now a sophomore at MIT.
During my last visit home I joined them for dinner, and it was a real
joy to see my four year-old daughter running around, and calling me Uncle
Jake. I must have passed along my mother's genes because she looked alot
like Cathy did at this age: Blond hair, blue eyes and skinny.
For old times sake I went downstairs with Joan while Bill watched
Melinda. I bound her into Bill's latest invention and fucked her, first in her
cunt and then I finished in her ass. She told me she was seeing Frank
Reynolds once a week for a "nooner" at a downtown hotel. Bill didn't
mind and had occasional lovers of his own outside the marriage. He told
me, to my surprise, that he'd received a call from "Carolyn" a few months
before my visit, and that they enjoyed an afternoon together at a motel. He
still didn't know that she was my sister.
- o -
Cathy dated Carl Jefferson for most of their freshman year at UVA
but broke up when his suspicions that she was sleeping with others became
certain. She is married now to a wealthy lawyer in New York and they
have a baby son. He works all the time and she stays home taking care of
the baby and, she tells me, has an occasional affair to keep things
interesting. When I visit her in New York or when she's back in
Charlottesville for a visit, with or without her busy husband, she always
finds time to fuck me or Jack or both of us. She must have visited at least
once when we weren't around and rekindled the relationship with Bill.
She's off the pill now, hoping for at least one other child, and insists
we wear condoms unless we take her up the ass, which is quite often. Her
husband, it turns out, is not fond of that practice.
- o -
Dad and Marion's marriage thrived and it was always a joy to come
home for the holidays to the beautiful Victorian. Jessa is now a high school
senior, very attractive, and she is a lock to graduate number one in her
class. She'll be going to Smith College in the fall. We never did
consummate our relationship with sex and I'm glad. When I am home she
tells me everything about her life and wants to hear about mine. She had a
lengthy affair with one of her high school teachers but is now dating a
graduate student from UVA.
The Jefferson's are always around when Jack and I come home for
holidays and summer vacations. Jessa told me once that she suspects that
Marion and Helen Jefferson have swapped husbands on occasion but I find
that difficult to believe of my straight-laced father. Elise and Christina
Jefferson followed their brother's footsteps and went to UVA. Elise and
Jack dated throughout their senior years at high school and remain close
friends but not lovers. Christina and I were secret lovers during the same
period, while my relationship with Sophie waned. I remember fondly
taking her cherries in my third-floor room in the Victorian, her mouth and
cunt first, then her big meaty black ass. She was an enthusiastic lover and
developed into the best cock-sucker I've ever experienced, the first since
Wendy who could take all of my cock down her throat.
- o -
Jack is a senior at the University of Iowa. He went there on an
athletic scholarship to wrestle and was NCAA champ at 190 pounds during
his junior year and just missed at 200-and-something his last year. He also
joined the golf team his junioryear and became extremely good at that
sport. I've played with him a couple of times, and he combines incredibly
long drives with very soft hands around the green. He hopes to qualify for
the Hogan tour after he graduates.
His current sweetheart is a sophomore there, a tall corn-fed blond
girl who was almost a virgin when he met her, but who took to kinky sex
like a fish to water. I visited him once on a drive across country. He had
never told the girl, Debbie, that he had an identical twin. Anticipating my
arrival he invited her over for dinner and kept me hidden until he had tied
her to his bed. Over the next three hours we took turns fucking the
helpless but all-too-willing girl four times, only one of us visible at a time.
She was thoroughly amazed at "Jack's" recuperative powers as we dumped
cum in each of her holes, twice in her tight pussy. After a twenty minute
respite after my last cum in her ass, we walked in together, smiling, our
cocks once again at full mast. We untied the shocked girl and she looked
from me to Jack and back until her confused expression gave way to a sexy
grin. We made love to her one more time that night, finishing with a
sandwich fuck as I lay beneath her, my cock in her cunt, and Jack drove his
cock into her well-oiled ass.
- o -
I'll graduate in a few months with a degree in architecture, and will
begin the long and not very profitable practice of learning my trade. But I
love it, drawing buildings and solving the engineering problems that at first
seem impossible. I've interned at architectural firms for two summers now,
and I know I'm as good as many and better than most.
My current love is a radical departure from my usual attraction to
full-figured girls like Sophie and Christina. Cindy is a petite Asian girl, just
over five feet tall and not even a hundred pounds. I met her at the Karate
studio that I attend twice a week to keep in shape and to maintain my
timing.
Her tits are small, not even a mouthful, but very firm. Her hips are
narrow. She wears her straight black hair extremely long and it reaches the
crack of her pert little ass. She was not a virgin when I met her but had
never taken a cock in her mouth, much less in her ass. I was captivated by
her exotic, almond-shaped eyes and her quiet, deferential manner. Even
before I first took her to bed I guessed that she would be a submissive
lover.
When we finally did make love my suspicions were confirmed.
After a first fuck that had her whimpering in discomfort as a worked my
thick cock into her extremely tight pussy, I took her from the rear as she
knelt on all fours. I held her hair bunched together in one hand like a leash
as I fucked her and spanked her ass. She came many times before I
finished and clearly enjoyed the nasty treatment.
The next time she came over I ordered her to strip as soon as she
entered the door. At my order she begged me to use her mouth for my
pleasure and knelt before me submissively while I fucked her mouth. When
I came I pulled out and shot my cum all over her face.
It took me a half-dozen times before I was able to get my cock fully
into her very tight ass but she grew to like this treatment best of all. As I
type these last few words Cindy, my slave, enters the room and kneels in
the middle, naked, her face lowered and her hair done into a long thick
braid down her back. If she's followed my standing instructions, and she
always does, her lips are done up in deep red lipstick, her pussy is wet and
ready and her ass is oiled.
It will go like this when I finish typing.
"Slave, your master is done and needs you."
"How may I serve you, Master?"
I will get up and move toward her and say, "Strip me."
"Yes, master," she'll say and remove my clothes carefully, folding
them up before she puts them aside, her eyes lowered.
"Use your slut mouth to make me hard."
She'll kneel before me and take my cock as deep as she can, sucking
hard, her tiny fingers playing with my balls or slipping behind to enter my
ass.
"Look at me," I'll have to say, because she always keeps her eyes
lowered unless told otherwise but I love to watch a woman's eyes when she
sucks my cock. Cindy's black, almond-shaped eyes will reflect the pride
she takes in performing this and other duties. When I'm hard I'll order her
off and tell her to assume position two. Her face will light up as she turns
and lowers her head to the floor and keeps her ass in the air. Her hands
will reach back to her ass, holding the small round cheeks apart and
exposing her tiny rosette. I'll take her that way, driving my cock into her
ass to the hilt. She'll cum at least once and likely twice before I dump my
load into her ass.
THE END
c. 1996, Rhett Dreams
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