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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
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 blue 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, different hair... 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... quick and 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...
attentive"
"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.
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