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Jack and Jake
by Rhett Dreams (address withheld)
***
Jack and Jake are twin teenage brothers that are as
horny as hell. This story starts when they catch their
sister doing something that could really get her in
trouble and blackmail her into having sex with them.
The story doesn't stop there, they end up bringing
friends and family into their sexual adventures. (mmf-
teens, MF/teens, reluc, ped, inc, orgy)
***
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
for her sixteenth birthday, and allowed freedoms that
we were denied. It probably would have been different
if our mother was still alive, but she died from cancer
when we were just 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 both of us off to see our sister
used that 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 it with a friend. We
often did that 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 to get it.
When Jack made it home he 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 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 white and powdery 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 in through 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 walked back to
our friend's house to tell me what had happened.
- 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 the film
developed in our high school dark room before deciding
what to do.
I was the photographer in our family and was able to
reserve the dark room for after school hours the
following Monday.
The pictures were not as focused as they might have
been due to Jack's inexperience with a camera and the
fact that he'd shot them through a window. But they
turned out good enough. 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's surface.
Other pictures clearly showed it was Cathy and Chris,
some showing Chris's cock appealed to my vanity because
he was quite a bit smaller than I am.
The pictures of their sucking and fucking caused my
cock to stiffen uncomfortably in my pants, while I hung
the pictures 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 tough
being a teenager with hormones.
It was later, on the way home with the dried pictures,
that I thought about using them 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 class 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 perfect breasts exposed and her long legs
wrapped around her boyfriend as they fucked, caused my
natural horniness to overcome any reluctance about
doing the same thing with my own sister.
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
through them, I could see the bulge in his jeans.
"Jesus Jake," he said. "Our sister is one hot babe. I
can't believe how hot she looks."
"That she is," I agreed.
We were silent for a few minutes as 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 and screwing her boyfriend in our living room."
"Yeah," I said. "And he'd probably put her under lock
and key if he saw these."
My brother Jack looked at me and said, "So? What do you
think we should 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 pictures 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.
Don't you?"
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 sprang 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, I
retrieved the manila envelope and shoved it toward our
sister.
"I think you ought to see these," 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
what it meant. Finally, she raised her eyes to look at
me, and anger was mixed there with fear.
"You fucking asshole," she said quietly.
"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. Then her expression
calmed a bit and she raised her eyes to mine. Distrust
and a knowing look were 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. "If that's your decision."
Cathy's eyes filled with tears, then she tried a
different tact.
"How can you do this to me? 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 for you because you've already been doing it
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 things. Or
two, you can refuse and this package goes to dad."
She was silent for a minute before raising her eyes to
mine again. 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 pictures 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 front door. When
I turned, Cathy and Jack were standing uncomfortably in
the center of the room, waiting for directions.
"Why don't you sit over there, Jack. Cathy's gonna
treat us to a strip show first." 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 full
breasts in check.
She began unbuttoning her jeans. Her face was resigned
as she peeled them down her legs and then off. She took
a deep breath before reaching back to unhook her bra.
Her face colored a bit as the bra came free and her
perfect round 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 in front of us, 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 at your sides, Cathy, and spread your
legs a bit," I said. "I want to see your body."
She obeyed with no comment. My eyes feasted on her
womanly body. Cathy took after our mother, who had been
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 touch them, feel their weight,
suck them. Instead, I let my eyes drop down her body,
over the flat stomach to the blond tuft of hair between
her legs. The lips of her pussy were partially visible,
between the long well-shaped legs.
I tore my eyes from her and looked over at 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. 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 her 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 a 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 hpretty 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 cumming 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'mon, 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, ma'am, 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 cumming. 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 scrambled 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 cumming
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 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... err, 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,
err, 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 pesky 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... y'know, 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 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
inspection 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 cumming...."
"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 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... YESSS!" 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.
"Wh-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, err, 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."
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, err, 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, referring 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... 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.
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 cumming 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 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 a lot, 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, err,
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 cumming 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 cumming 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, err, 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, cumming 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."
-o-
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'mon, 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 cacophony 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.
miraculously, 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 illuminated 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, cumming 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 blasé 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 Sun block 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 a lot
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 junior year 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
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