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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 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 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 sensuously 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.
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