Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

“I’m the bad one,” I confessed, feeling somehow connected to her dream. Had I been punishing her somehow for what I had done with my sister? “Julie, I wish she hadn’t told you…”

“I’m glad she told me,” she insisted, putting her hand over mine between her thighs. “I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”

“Christ!” I shook my head, blinking at her. “This isn’t a secret, it’s a… an abomination!”

“Things happen. It was a natural mistake.” She rocked, rocked, her eyes half-closed. “You were lonely… and, I imagine, really fucking randy.”

“You don’t find me disgusting?”

“Rather not…” She smiled. “I just want to know one thing.” I knew what the question was and I didn’t want to answer it. I was afraid of my response. “Do you want to keep on with her?”

Fuck. Did I? My head was filled with Dawn’s mischievous smile, her full hips, her nasty talk and hot fucking ways…

“No.” I lied. I lied and tried to make myself believe the lie. “I don’t want her.” The truth was a little deeper than that. I can’t have her. “Especially with you in my bed.”

“Mybed,” she reminded me. “But I don’t see why it can’t be yours, too…”

I understood immediately what she was proposing. “What about your sister?”

“My sister’s easy… in every sense of the word.” Julie smiled, leaning in to whisper into my ear. “And she bats for both sides…”

It took me a moment to understand the full meaning of what she was saying. Joanna liked fillies as well as blokes? And just how did Julie know… my eyes widened and I stared. Had she and her sister…her own sister…? I was gob smacked. The question must have been in my eyes.

“Yes,” Julie nodded, her eyes bright, her hand still rocking over mine, driving my fingers into her wetness, and I knew she was answering my unasked question, not just exclaiming over the sensation between her legs. Feeling stunned, my cock harder than it had ever been in my life, I slid between her thighs to reward her for her understanding, her acceptance. I licked her pussy like I was begging for absolution, seeking redemption, and in part, I was.

“Oh yes, yes!” she murmured, reaching down to spread her lips wide so I could delve deep with my tongue, my nose rubbing against the nub of her clit. Her taste was darker, stronger – god, I didn’t want to keep comparing them. I shoved the thought out of my head, just focusing on her clit, watching her belly undulate as her hips rolled, her hands cupping her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. My cock pressed hard against the bedclothes and I fucked them slowly, watching her and imagining my cock sliding into the wetness my fingers were probing.

“Oh fuck, fuck, that’s it! That’s so fucking IT!” Her hips shot up against my mouth and I had to grab her with both hands, lashing my tongue over her pussy with great fervor, working hard for her come, wanting it, and she gave it to me in hot, rolling waves, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. She came down slowly, whispering, “oh… oh… ohhh,” her head going back and forth on the pillow. I was dizzy with lust now, blind with it, and I sucked my fingers drenched in her juices.

“I want to fuck you,” I told her, grabbing her hips and rolling her quickly to her belly. I wanted to see that tattoo, watch it while she fucked back against my aching cock. She gasped but acquiesced, lifting her arse in the air, using two fingers from underneath to spread her lips, showing me the way – but my cock already knew. I let him lead, closing my eyes and just driving forward, finding that sweet, wet hole and thrusting deep.

“Oh god!” She moaned, and I felt her fingers staying there, rubbing at her little clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I grasped her hips for leverage, my thumbs rubbing over that black lightning tattoo, massaging and spreading it as I began to fuck her. She was hot inside, very tight and oh-so-sweet, like driving into wet silk, and I rolled my hips, trying to hold out a little. The head of my cock felt the size of a football shoved inside her, rubbing into the soft niches of her flesh.

“Ahhhh yes,” I groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze my length. “You feel so fucking good!”

“You like that?” She rolled her hips in circles to match mine, squeezing her pussy and releasing, driving me batty. “Feel good all over that hard cock?”

“Fuck!” I tried to hold it, I tried, but her pussy clenched and clenched, milking me.

“I love you fucking me,” she moaned, slapping back against me, my balls brushing her hand where she was furiously rubbing her clit. “That’s it! Harder! Fuck that pussy hard, baby!”

Oh, bloody fucking hell. There was no holding out. I couldn’t possibly.

“Julie!” I cried out her name, reassuring myself, knowing it was Julie’s body writhing against me, Julie’s cunt squeezing me and on the verge of coming again, too. “Oh fuck, Julie, you’re going to make me come!”

She moaned, reaching back to feel my cock plunging into her. “Come all over my arse!” she begged me. “I want to feel it!”

Oh damn. I was right there! I jerked myself quickly out of the wet warmth of her cunt, and the first blast hit the fingers she was using to bring herself off. She gasped in surprise, then moaned and began to shudder, her arse rolling with her orgasm. I knew she was coming, too, because she told me.

“Oh yesss! Coming! Coming!” She shook with it. I watched her body roll and grabbed my spurting cock, aiming it last-minute at her arse, shooting thick, white spurts over the hot splash of her tattoo, watching it drip down in clearish white streams, my cock jerking, my balls so tight, drawn up to empty their load completely, every spasm bringing a wicked shudder of pleasure.

The first thing I wanted to ask, once I could breathe and speak normally again, was if Julie had really been trying to tell me that she’d been with her own sister. But I couldn’t get up the nerve. Instead, we took a long, hot shower, soaping each other up. It was sexy and sweet, but I was too hungry and too worried about what might be going on at home to think about having another go.

“What do you want for brekkie?” Julie stood on one foot in front of the open refrigerator when I came in wearing just my trousers and drying my hair with a towel.

“Food,” I replied, sitting at the table. “Hungry!”

“How about a fry-up?” Julie starting pulling things out of the refrigerator. “Eggs and sausages?”

“Sounds fantastic.” I glanced over at the phone, knowing I should call, but not wanting to. It was ten in the morning and Mum was going to be furious. I was surprised she hadn’t rung already, off her head. “Can I use your phone?”

Julie glanced over, smiling. “Got to call your Mum?”

“If I don’t, I’m gonna be completely jaspered.” I didn’t tell her I was worried maybe Mum had seen or heard something she shouldn’t have. As comfortable as Julie seemed about knowing I’d slept with my sister, I still just wasn’t all that used to the idea yet.

“Mum?”

“David? Oh good,” she said. I blinked at the phone. She didn’t sound mad at all. “Are you at Julie’s then?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Good again? What in the bloody hell was going on? “Just be home at a decent time tonight.”

“Yeah,” I repeated, knowing my voice sounded strange, rather strangled, but I couldn’t help it. I’d already stayed out all night long, and not only was she not pitching a fit, she wasn’t insisting I come home immediately to accept my punishment! Who was this woman, and what had she done with my Mum?

“Bye, then!” With that, Mum hung up.

That was it? I stared at Julie, bewildered. The thing in my belly that had been there since Dawn and I had started up was churning.