Selena Kitt - Yank

“Look who’s talking.” I reached across her to dry my hands and she grabbed my arm, pulling it around her back.

“What makes me more of a slut?” she whispered, hooking her bare foot behind my knee and spreading her legs to pull me in close. “Letting Ken take my arse tonight or me wanting to fuck you?”

My breath caught and I chided my cock for rising at the thought of her arse in the air, that puckered hole she had asked me to finger waiting for the plunge of something much larger and demanding. It wasn’t listening, though, my cock. It had a mind of its own. It knew just what it wanted-and what it wanted was sitting right here splayed on the washroom counter in this treacherous feminine form.

“Come on.” Dawn slipped her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my ear. “Enquiring minds want to know. Which is worse?”

“Dawn…” I swallowed and closed my eyes as she shifted, hooking her other leg around me and snuggling her crotch right up against mine. “God…”

“I was thinking about you the whole time.”

Her whispered words stopped everything inside of me. It was what I’d been afraid of and secretly-or not so secretly-hoping for. I slid my arms around her waist, under Ken’s shirt, which reeked of some awful cologne and was giving me a headache. Her skin was soft as down and I wanted to bury every part of myself in it.

I almost choked on my own words. “I was thinking of you too. I couldn’t help myself.”

She sighed and melted in my arms, turning her face up to be kissed. I hated the thought of her mouth anywhere near the twat sleeping right now in her bed, but I didn’t taste a trace of him on her when I slipped my tongue in to touch hers. She tasted just like she always did-sweet, a little like almonds and honey. I had a feeling she hadn’t, at any point, kissed Ken tonight like she was kissing me now-mouth hungry and eager, hands roaming all over my body as if making sure I was real, solid, and here to stay. At least, I hoped she hadn’t.

“Did you like his cock in your arse?” I bit the words off, each one, leaving angry red love bites on her neck as I pulled the shirt down over her shoulders. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves, lifting my shirt off so she could press herself fully against me, her breasts flattening against my chest as her mouth sought mine again.

But I wouldn’t kiss her. Instead, I cupped her chin, squeezing her mouth with my thumb and first finger, tugging gently at her lower lip. “Answer me. Did you like his cock in your tight little arse?”

I’d seen plenty of pictures of anal sex- Yank did a whole issue devoted to it once-but I don’t think Dawn knew how much I’d thought about it, how that sweet, dark hole intrigued and called me into its humid depths. The thought of her arse up in the air being fucked made me want to bend her over right now and shove it into her with a force that would wake both Julie and Ken and make Dawn wail.

“Why? Are you jealous?” Her tone was teasing as she jerked her head out of my hand and reached between us, grabbing onto the steel length of me and squeezing out a torturous rhythm.

I rolled my eyes convincingly-I hoped. “Why should I be jealous of him? The guy’s all foam and no beer.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I snorted. “His chimney’s clogged…he doesn’t have all his Weetabix in one box…his lift doesn’t go all the way to the top…he forgot to pay his brain bill…”

“David, stop!”

“You deserve better than him. Kenny Moore is living proof that evolution can go in reverse!”

She tried to look cross, but she couldn’t help smiling. “Well…I have to admit, his aerial doesn’t pick up all the channels…” Dawn giggled and even I had to grin at her attempt to play my game. “But he’s a good kisser.”

That did it. I grabbed her bottom and pulled her off the sink, crushing her mouth to mine. She tried to gasp, breathe, something, but I wouldn’t let her, my tongue probing hers, my hands spreading her arse cheeks, kneading her flesh with my fingers. We parted breathless and I looked down into her glazed eyes for a moment, waiting for her to say something. Instead she sank to her knees and took me into her mouth.

“Oh God, Dawnie…”

Her tongue ran like silk around the sensitive head of my cock, her fingernails tickling the hair on my balls, her other hand stroking me as she began to suck, the mischievous tilt of her eyes never leaving mine. I could have watched her suck me forever-the pink slide of her lips taut around my shaft, the stretch of her tongue to reach my balls when she took all of me in, the reddened swelling of her mouth as she rubbed the head against her cheek before taking me again-could have watched her until she made me shoot the load I’d been saving for her all night right down that sweet, swallowing little throat. But Dawn had other ideas. Better ideas. And who was I to argue?

“I heard you fucking her…” She whispered her words as she outlined her mouth with the head of my cock like she was using a lipstick tube, spreading my precum over her lips. “Did you like her pussy? Did she make you come hard?”

I didn’t want to think about the girl sleeping in my bed. I didn’t want to admit that I’d had sex with anyone else but Dawn, and the absurd, twisted paradox of it threatened to make my skull explode as she stood and let me taste the pre-cum gloss on her lips.

“Did you like hers as much as mine?” She brought my hand between her legs and the heat there threatened to burn my palm as I cupped her bare flesh and slid a finger into her wetness. She sighed and shifted her hips forward, leaning her hands back against the counter and already involuntarily trying to fuck my hand, her eyes half-closing. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, before or since, and I wanted her more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. I couldn’t resist and there was no point trying. I sank to my knees and pressed my face to her pussy, the motion of my lips and tongue making her gasp and then moan and rock against me.

“You licked her, didn’t you?” Dawn’s hands moved in my hair as she eased her bottom onto the sink and spread her legs wider. “You ate her hot, wet little cunt until she came all over your face, didn’t you, Davey?”

I made a muffled, choking noise against her flesh and then sucked the tiny nub of her clit into my mouth, making her head go back, a low growling sound coming from her throat. She tasted like a fig, just as wrinkled and puckered, too, my tongue finding its way through the folds in her flesh. I thought she was going to give me her come, let me take it, draw it out of her like a bee’s search for a sweet meal, but Dawn had, as I said, other ideas. Better ones.

“I bet she didn’t let you fuck her arse, did she?”

I groaned, even with my tongue pressed into the juicy hole of her pussy, my nose rubbing up against her clit. She pulled my head back, my face smeared with her juices, and slid down to stand onto the floor again. Her eyes were on mine, that mischievous look back in them again, a light I’d come to recognise and love.

“But you’d like to get your prick into a tight little arsehole, wouldn’t you?” Her thumb rubbed her wetness over my lips and chin, her eyes following her fingers’ trail. “Especially if it was my tight little arsehole…wouldn’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. The only thing leading me was the hot throb of my prick, sticking straight up from my lap like an arrow pointing the way as she turned around and bent over the sink. When she opened her legs, reaching both of her hands back to spread her cheeks, I saw it all-the swollen, fleshy part of her pussy lips, the pink glistening through, and especially the fluted pucker above it, winking at me like a teasing promise.