Selena Kitt - Yank

“Yes, yes! God, I love fucking your hot cunt!” I shoved myself into her, grunting with every delicious thrust. Looking down, watching myself go into her, was almost too much. I reached down to feel it, the stretch of her pussy sliding over my shaft, and felt faint.

I couldn’t resist, looking down at the dark, puckered hole of her arse, seeing it winking at me every time I slammed into her again-I slid my finger over it, gently stroking.

“Oooooo!” She squealed, wiggling against my finger like she wanted it, and so I pressed it there, seeing just the tip disappear.

“Oh hell!” She really seemed to like it so I pushed it slowly in and out while I fucked her, and it wasn’t long before she was making her little Dawnie noises. That was all it took for me, those little “uh-uh-uh’s” that told me she was about to come.

“Dawn, I can’t hold back!” I groaned, feeling something coming to a deep, rolling boil in my testicles.

“Oh god, yessss! Fill me with your hot cum!”

I shuddered and bucked hard, my cock beginning to spasm inside of her. All around my shaft, her pussy fluttered, her muscles tightening and releasing, like she was milking my cock as I poured streams of hot fluid into her, over and over and over.

My thighs actually quivered and I had to put my hand against the wall to keep from falling over. She panted, flushed, and I stared down at her, breathless too. I was loathe to pull out of her but I had to sit back on my heels, still dizzy.

“Jesus!” I leaned my head against my arm on the wall and watched in awe as my cum began to slide out of her hole, slipping down her slit. My cock, spent and growing limp, jumped at the sight of it dripping slowly from her raised, open cunt down onto the sheet.

Dawn sat up, turning and crawling into my lap, snuggling up close. I leaned back against the wall and held onto her, stroking her sweat-dampened hair. It was wavy and silky under my fingers.

Looking at her dungarees and trainers on the floor, I found myself remembering my dream, me sitting between my mum and dad, watching Dawn do a headstand and showing me her pussy. My face flushed at the thought.

“Are you okay?” I kissed her hair, wondering what time it was and how soon my mum and dad would be home.

“Mmmm.” She snuggled up and fitted her head right under my chin. “More than okay.”

“Me too.” I realised in that moment that it was the truth.

“Want to do it again?” She wiggled in my lap.

I groaned, but her bum squirming like that against my thighs made my cock perk up almost immediately. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true.

I’d fucked a girl I was supposed to only think of with brotherly affection, and I knew I should feel ashamed-the part of me that was listening for my mum and dad sure knew it. Still, another part of me had been awakened this afternoon, and that part wanted nothing except to keep doing what we were doing.

Maybe that was the trick of this whole thing. Was this my hell on earth? The more I had of her, the more I wanted? Maybe I really was doomed.

Mum decided to install a notice board in the kitchen so we could all “communicate more.” I thought she was off her head and refused to use the thing, but Dawn kept putting notes up on it in her fat, girlish handwriting.

Gone to market

Out with Laurie at the cinema

I hardly noticed them anymore, but a name caught my eye while I was standing at the refrigerator, swigging milk out of the carton. I choked when I read it, milk dribbling down my chin and wetting my bare chest.

At the cinema with Ken. Be back…whenever. She had scrawled a big, fat smiley face in the corner with little devil horns on it.

I wiped at the milk with the back of my hand and put the carton back in the fridge, yanking the note out from under the pushpin. It was her handwriting all right.

That can’t be right. Bugger-all if it wasn’t, though. After all her mithering about Ken (not to mention her seducing the hell out of me) she was off playing tonsil tennis with Ken in the back of the cinema, probably letting him feel her up-or worse. It was the “worse” that made me slam my bedroom door and tell Mum to sod off when she came up asking me what the matter was.

“Your dad and I are going out,” she said, finally giving up on trying to pull it out of me.

“Fine!” I yelled into my pillow. Everyone was going out on a date except me. Great. Just great.

“David, what is the matter-?”

“Nothing!” I rolled over and glowered at her, my arms crossed over my chest. “Just go! Go and…and have a good time!”

She gave me a hurt, puzzled look, but she shut the door and left me alone. And that was exactly what I wanted. I dug out an old copy of The Hobbit and tried to read, but the words just kept swimming in front of my eyes and an image of Dawn would sneak in somehow. Unfortunately, the image of Ken kept coming into my head along with her. I kept seeing him sliding a hand up her thigh, feeling the fat swell of her cunt through her skirt in the darkness of the cinema. Would she be wet? I wondered-as wet as she was with me-the gusset of her knickers slick, almost oily with her juices?

Fuck, that thought made my cock hard.

Not that it was uncommon, my imagining the degree of moisture that currently existed between Dawn’s legs. Lately, all I could think about was Dawn’s pussy and how much I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it anymore, even to myself-all I could do was try to resist the temptation.

But Ken-he didn’t have to resist, did he? No. He could slide his cock into her wet, waiting cunt without a twinge of guilt or regret. And would she like it? I knew how hot she was, how randy, how much she liked to be fucked and licked, how much she loved to come. She wouldn’t say no-why would she? Why should she? She’d at least get down on her knees right there in the back of the cinema and suck him off while she played with herself. The thought of her hand up under her skirt diddling her clit made my cock pulse, pressed between the mattress and my belly, and I threw the paperback across the room with a groan.

“Blimey!” I was talking to no one at all as I threw open my bedroom door, listening for my parents. They were obviously gone already. “If she can get laid, so can I.”

At least, that was the theory. I rang Will to see what trouble we might be able to get into.

“Want to go down to the pub for a pint?” I asked, pulling on my jacket. I was going, whether he was or not.

“The Bulldog?”

“I’m leaving now.”

“Right. Meet you there.”

It was easy to meet Will at The Bulldog. Easy to sit down with a pint of Harp Lager and watch the girls walk by and talk about the firmness or size of each of their assets. The problem was, I kept comparing them to Dawn. Breasts not as big. Smile not as bright. Eyes not…hers. I tried drinking more and ordered another pint.

“David Watson! Is that you?”

The voice was vaguely familiar but when I turned around and saw her, I knew immediately.

“Julie Entwistle.” She was taller than I remembered, probably because of the heels, but mostly because we weren’t in sixth form anymore. The dress she had on looked like she was poured into it. I couldn’t help but wonder, when I glanced at the rather short hemline, if she still wore nothing under her skirts.

“It’s so good to see you!” she gushed, giving me a hug and pressing her all grown up assets against my chest. They were considerable-which reminded me of Dawn. Julie, though, had dark hair and eyes and I figured her nipples were dark, too, not pink. The thought of finding out, though, was compelling.

“Want a beer?” I offered, holding up the pint.