by DD Cooper
“Wow, slow done there, Sophie,” a blonde good looking guy told me. I immediately felt the desire in my loins get hotter. I wiped my mouth and was by his side in no time.
I touched his arm. “Maybe we should have some fun,” I said in my most seducing manner. It was sort of hard to gauge how my face looked, since it was Sophie’s after all. I hoped it got the message across loud and clear. If not, I’d move on to another.
“Umm, is this a joke? You know I’m gay, Sophie. And why are you speaking in a British accent?” The blond guy looked bewildered and gave me an awkward look. Just my luck, the first guy I hit on after coming back from the dead ends up being gay! Ugh!
I pushed passed him without saying anything and got the hell out of there. I needed a good hard fuck, and that guy wasn’t going to give it to me. I missed sex so damn much while I was dead, I was more than willing to do it with just about anybody. I realized now that I was a bit too eager to get into Sophie’s body. I probably should have asked her about Jack’s brothers first. Thankfully, I didn’t have any of Sophie’s memories in my head. That chick seemed crazy enough as it was. All I needed was her body after all.
I walked around aimlessly until I heard the most beautiful music ever. Not. It was just some tinkling piano music. It seemed kind of sad, though, so I peeked in to see if the player was okay or not.
I found a hot guy with long hair in the room. Alone. Jackpot!
“Hi,” I said as I approached him. “I really like the way you play.”
“We wrote this song together, Sophie,” he said. “And why are you speaking in a British accent?”
“Just for fun,” I said and hoped he would forget about it. I wasn’t here to talk about accents. I approached him while he was still sitting on the piano bench. He moved a bit to the side to give me enough room to sit, but that’s not what I was here for. Is this what Sophie got up to? What a boring girl, I thought as I straddled the hottie. He looked surprised but didn’t push me away. Then I felt his ding dong harden underneath me. A straight one! Double jackpot!
I leaned in and started to kiss him.
“What are you doing, Sophie?” he said when I gave him room to breathe. “Did you and Jack make up?”
“Hunter,” I said and saw recognition on his face. This was the guy Sophie had fucked. She had more balls than I had given her credit for, and her taste in men wasn’t too shoddy either. “I want you. Forget about Jack for a moment.”
I kissed him again, and thought I felt him get bigger underneath me, though he still managed to push me away. “No, Sophie. Jack told me you reached an agreement and everything was forgiven. I don’t know why you’re doing this, but Jack is my brother and I won’t do anything to hurt him ever again. You should go,” he said as he moved as far away from me as he could, hiding behind the piano.
“Oh, Hunter, by that bulge in your pinks I see you want me as well. Oh, well, your loss. Ciao!” I said as I left him with his hands over his crotch and an embarrassed look on his face. What did a girl need to do to get a good fuck in this house? And just as I turned a corner and thought that thought, I ran into an old hag.
“Holy shit! You scared me lady!” I stepped away from the hag. Okay, maybe not a hag, but she was pretty old and had lots of work done that was for sure.
The hag looked at me up and down with an obvious look of disgust on her face. “This is my house, tramp, and you’re going to treat me with respect. I don’t know what Jack sees in you.”
“Neither do I, hag, neither do I,” I said and left her with a shocked look on her face.
I heard murmurs from one room across the hall and it sounded like a guy’s voice. I opened the door and saw a guy laying in bed, with the blond gay by his bedside. There was a wheelchair in the corner of the room. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said and got the hell out of there, closing the door behind me. It seemed there was only one option left. I needed to find Jack and fuck his brains out, and then maybe literally get those brains out of his head, because you know, revenge is a bitch and such.
I was tired of looking so I went back to the room with the invalid and the gay.
“Sorry about earlier,” I tried to sound as American as possible but was failing pretty miserably. It was such a hard accent to pin down. Maybe that’s why my acting aspirations didn’t go far. Oh, well, a thought for another day. I was on a mission. “Either of you know where I could find Jack?”
The invalid ignored me, but the blond looked straight at me. “I think he’s upstairs in his room,” he said and I smiled and left them to whatever the hell it was that they were doing.
Going up the stairs, I really wished I had at least some of Sophie’s memories. I had to open a couple of doors before I saw my murderer lying on a bed, looking alive as ever. I tried to hold back the terrible need to kill him as I closed the door behind me.
“Had a nice walk?” Jack said, looking up from some boring ass book he was reading.
“Lovely,” I said and made my way to the edge of the bed. I slowly climbed on top and straddled him. I could feel him getting harder beneath me. Yes, I wanted to kill him for what he’d done to me, but now I had more important things on my mind: like getting a nice and long and hard fuck. And I already knew Jack could provide in that department. I could always kill him later after he’d satisfied my needs. Let me tell you something livings: being dead sucks and sex and food are two of the things you’ll miss the most. If you weren’t a fan of either in life, then I guess being a ghost might be fun for you, but if you liked either of these things, stay alive as long as possible. Or don’t. I don’t really give a fuck. And now that I had a physical body again, I only had one thing on my mind. I kissed Jack deeply and he was eager to return my kiss. He dropped the book to the side.
“What’s gotten into you, Sophie? We made love the whole night,” he said as he took hold of my waist, his manly hands holding me in place. It felt so good to be in a man’s arms again. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
“I want you to fuck me, Jack, not make love to me.”
I didn’t let him say another words as I put my mouth to his. I took off the dreadful jeans Sophie always wore (a skirt couldn’t hurt her once in awhile, could it? especially with a boyfriend like Jack) and I worked on releasing the rising beast from Jack’s own jeans. I didn’t have time to take his whole pants off, I was so fucking horny. I just opened them enough for a relatively comfortable quick fuck. I held his throbbing member in my hands and it felt so good to feel real live flesh again. I sucked him like he’d never been sucked before and he moaned in surprise. I was so fucking wet I quickly straddled him and lowered myself on his thick rod.
“Shit! Condom, Sophie!”
“No Jack,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you come inside of me.”
That shut him up fast because his hands were back on my hips. I rode him long and hard and screamed on in ecstasy as he thrusted from underneath me.
“Oh, God, Jack! Fuck yeah! Fuck that pussy!” I screamed in ecstasy.
Jack put one hand on my mouth, but he didn’t stop fucking me from underneath, his hips and thighs working in overdrive. “Shh,” he whispered. “They’ll hear.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said and rode him harder just to show him I meant business. He let out a loud grunt himself, barely able to contain the ecstasy he felt. I bet Sophie never made him feel this good. I was doing her a favor really by fucking her boyfriend this good.
I came. My first orgasm since being dead and it felt so fucking awesome. It was then that Jack took complete charge. Still inside me, he held me in his strong arms and in seconds I was on my back, his big beautiful body on top of mine. He continued to fuck me harder and harder, banging away like I remembered back on the island, only this felt so much better. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t have a physical body for so long, or because of something else, but frankly I didn’t care. I let myself over to the ecstasy that Jack’s throbbing member evok
ed in me. I came again and again and then finally I felt the sweet, hot cum as Jack came inside me. It was the best feeling in the world. If Sophie regained her body and got pregnant, I would laugh from the grave. But it wasn’t like she couldn’t get an abortion; she enjoyed killing after all, didn’t she? Huh, the irony.
Jack fell on top of me, exhausted. His shirt was off, but his jeans were still halfway on. We took the rest of our clothes off and just enjoyed being in each other’s arms. There were worse things in the world than taking over the body of a woman whose boyfriend was Jack Fucking Stark, that was for sure. I let him put his arms around me. It felt good to be held like that again. I just hoped that I’d have enough time in Sophie’s body to do some real damage.
“Fuck, Sophie, where did that come from?” Jack finally said after he relaxed a bit from the strenuous activity. He breathed heard, still sweaty from the effort he put in pleasuring me. Huh, if he only knew. If he only knew.
“I don’t know, Jack. I guess I was just in the mood,” I said, trying to sound as American as possible.
“Why are you using a British accent?”
Well, shit, I guess my voice coach was really right. I had no bloody hope of mastering the American accent. “And why not? Maybe I’m acting. Maybe we could be in one of your movies together these days.”
Jack laughed. “You’re funny, Sophie. If you’re doing this because of what I said about you and Hunter going on tour, you can stop now. I got the message.” He leaned in close and kissed me on the forehead. I lifted my head and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, lost in the sensation that I ended up biting his lip. It drew blood.
“Ouch, Sophie! What the hell was that about?”
“Less talking, more fucking,” I said and Jack got the message loud and clear. He didn’t dare say a word for the rest of the day.
His mouth, his lips, his tongue were all over my body and mine on his. Each time he looked like he was about to say something I stopped him with a kiss. We fucked (or “made love” if you like) in every position imaginable. My pussy, or should I say Sophie’s pussy, definitely needed a break after awhile. I was surprised at how reliable and ready to go Jack was. The man could get hard at a moment’s notice. No wonder he was a sex addict, I thought. I can’t say I blamed him. Sex was one of my favorite things in the world as well. We were a good match. I truly didn’t know why he felt the need to shoot me in the head, and for such a stupid girl as Sophie. She couldn’t give him sex this good if she tried.
We fell asleep of exhaustion in each other’s arms, and when we woke we just started again. It felt like days had passed, but it must not have been that long. As all good things come to an end, so did our glorious fuckfest. We took a shower together and then a bath. I laid in his arms, feeling his semi hard member beneath me and smiling. Always Ready Jack, indeed!
We were finally famished by dinner so we decided to make an appearance. I looked through Sophie’s wardrobe and was not surprised to find it totally drab and boring. I did as best as I could, which meant I looked like shit in jeans and a slightly revealing t-shirt. Shockingly, Sophie did not have any make up. I guess she was still going for that boring au natural look. I put my hair back in a ponytail and it at least looked a little bit better.
“I like your hair like that,” Jack said as we made our way downstairs.
Everyone was already seated and we could sense the tension in the room. No friendly hellos or whatever were exchanged. The invalid was there, looking at his empty plate. After I sat next to Jack, I put my hand under the table and on his thigh. He breathed hard, and I knew he was reacting exactly like I wanted him to.
The old hag rang a bell and I almost burst out laughing. Who did she think she was, the queen of England?
“Jack, my son,” the old hag started to say after the maid or cook or whatever left us with full plates. I almost went for the lusciously juicy steak but remembered that stupid Sophie was vegetarian. I didn’t want to raise any more suspicions, my terrible American accent gave me enough trouble as it was, so I opted for the veggie option, along, with not surprisingly, the blonde nancy boy. “I think you and your...friend...should leave shortly. We don’t tolerate that kind of behavior in this house.”
I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Fine by me,” Jack said and pushed his chair closer to me. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and whispered in my ear. “You were too loud, sweetie.”
“You’re kicking us out because of that?” I asked the old hag, while she refused to look directly at me. I patted my flat stomach. “We were making you a grandchild, Mrs. Stark, you should be happy.”
“I cannot abide this. I will retire to my room if you insist on letting this girl talk to me this way,” the old hag got up to go.
Jack was quicker. “No, mother, we’re leaving,” he said as he got up and took me along with him. I managed to grab a roll of bread as he dragged me out.
“I can’t believe her,” he hissed. “Well, I can, but still.”
“It’s alright my lovely Jack. We don’t have to stay in this drab old place. Don’t you have a place in the city?”
“Stop with the accent please. I don’t think I can take it right now,” he let go of my hand and was up the stairs before I could say anything else.
It wasn’t my fault the stupid bitch I took the body from was American. I really wasn’t in the mood for fighting so I sat on the stairs and ate my bread roll. I was famished, and Jack managed to ruin our dinner. I hoped he planned on making it up to me soon, or I’d find someone else to play hooky with.
“I know what you are, whore!” The old hag stood above me with anger and hatred swirling in her eyes.
I didn’t move out of her way. Instead I looked her squarely in the eye. “I know your dirty little secret. The attic? I wonder what Jack will think when he finds out.”
That got her attention. Her face blanched more than it already was from all the powder she put on it. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable. “You mustn’t! No one must know, and how do you? It’s impossible!”
“I know more shit than you ever will, hag. So treat me with some respect or I’ll ruin your ass, capiche?”
“Get out of my house! Get out of my house!”
“After I’ve eaten, bitch. Then it’s all yours.” I laughed at that. “But we both know it really isn’t, don’t we?”
She took me by the shoulders and shook me. “How do you know? Are you one of them?!” I pushed her away and she almost stumbled to her feet, but got hold of the wall just in time.
“Huh! Hell no. I’m not dumb enough to mess with that shit. He be coming for your soul, hag, you better watch out!” I made ghostly noises as I waved my hands and when I saw the serious look on her face I laughed out loud.
“Now, I’m hungry and I’m going to eat. No need to waste perfectly good food, am I right?”
I didn’t look back at the old hag but I hoped I gave her a lot to think about.
I returned to the dining room where the three brothers were talking in hushed voices. I sat back down in my place and ate everything on my plate. “I’m absolutely famished,” I said between bites.
“You’re still doing that British thing? What’s wrong with you?” The long haired one looked at me quizzically, Hunter I guess his name would be. The one that fucked Sophie behind his brother’s back. I wondered how it felt riding on that pony.
Since we were leaving anyway I reached across the table for Jack’s stake and took a knife and savored the meaty flavor.
“You’re disgusting,” the blond said and wheeled the invalid out.
“What’s his problem?” I said between bites.
“Are you having some kind of breakdown?” Hunter looked at me like I was from outer space. Maybe I was going a bit overboard. Maybe I should have acted a bit more conservative and saintly (huh) like Sophie, but I just didn’t know how much time I had left. I wasn’t gonna be a boring ass copy of her if this flesh thing didn’t last for long. I slid over to
Jack’s seat, which was right next to Hunter’s.
I put my hand on his thigh and then I slid it upwards till it rested on his crotch. I could feel his tool rising beneath the jeans. “Let’s fuck,” I said.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he hissed as he pushed me away. He got up so fast that a couple of the plates clacked together.
“Your loss!” I yelled after him and continued to savor the sweet taste of meat. Mmm, I hadn’t tasted food this good in a long fucking time. At least since my time in London.
I took the bottle of wine and gulped most of its contents down and burped. I was alone, who cared anyway?
Then a couple of minutes later Jack came in with two suitcases.
He put them down on the floor. “What’s wrong with you? Hunter just told me that you hit on him? And Aidan, too? What the fuck is going on, Sophie? I thought we had an understanding.”
“Lucy,” I said.
“What about her? She’s dead and buried. Let’s forget about her?”
“Well I can’t, Jack. You fucked her and then you shot her in the head like it was nothing. How could I forget such a thing?”
He keeled down beside me and took my hands in his and looked me straight in the eyes. “You know that’s not true. What I did still haunts me, but I did it to protect you, us, and I would do the same in a heartbeat again if I got the chance. I love you, Sophie, don’t you love me?”
“I don’t know, Jack. I don’t know what I feel anymore,” I tried to make is sound as dramatic and as stupid as Sophie would have. Then I realized Jack was rich and I was nothing without him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deep. “Of course I love you, you dummy.”
“Then why are you acting like this? Coming on to my brothers? The accent? Are you having some kind of breakdown over what happened on the island?”
“No, Jack. I don’t know. All I know is that I need you now more than ever.”
He took me in his arms and I eyed the steak knife. I thought about how easy it would be to plunge it into his neck. Watch the surprise on his face as I told him who I really was. But all that could wait. I needed Jack now. His brother obviously weren’t interested. I needed Jack’s money, and I needed his body to fulfill my basest of desires. But as soon as I didn’t need him anymore, or when I felt my control over Sophie’s body was slipping, I’d take whatever was convenient and end him good and proper and tell him exactly why I was doing it. Murderous bastard.