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I drag her into an alley close to June's building. Seeing it makes me think she's somehow feeling what I'm about to do to this Southern belle. I push the girl against the dirty, grimy wall of the side alley, and my hand immediately comes to rest on her inner thigh. She's wearing such a ridiculously short skirt I'm sure I'd see her thong if she were to bend over.
"Oh," she breathes heavily, pretending to be shocked by my actions when she all but asked me for it. "My name is Cheyenne, by the way..."
"Shut your mouth," I say roughly. "I don't give a fuck about your name."
She gasps with surprise, but as my fingers move her thong to the side, the gasp turns into a moan of pure pleasure. Not for long, belle. My fingers outline her lips, already dripping wet with her need for me.
"Such a whore," I whisper in her ear, and she writhes under my touch. She's about to argue when I abruptly turn her around to face the wall. I make her grasp the bricks, and she gasps for more. I spread her legs in front of me, nice and wide. Next, I open my zipper. I have to rub my cock a few times to get it hard, and I have to think of June to get it up.
Fuck.
I position my hardness on her lips as she pants for me to push it in. But at the last second, I change my mind. Taking her panties off, I decide to go for her ass instead. She's such a filthy girl, but I'm sure she hasn't had a cock in this hole yet. My suspicions are confirmed when she yelps as I slowly push my tip inside her. She's so tight it hurts both of us, so I lick my fingers and dampen her entrance to make her nice and ready for me.
"Not in there, please," she begs softly, but I can tell she loves it. I disregard her words, and my next push is all in. She gasps, yells with pain, cursing loudly. My palm finds her mouth, and I make her shut up. She tries to push me away with her hands, but I grasp them behind her back, holding them tightly in place.
"Sweet little sis," I whisper in her ear. "You haven't had it in here yet, have you?"
She whimpers under me as I thrust inside her, again and again and again. I think of my stepsister, all long legs, soft curves, silky hair, and it doesn't take me long to come. I think of the girl for a split moment, and because I'm a nice guy, I find her clit with my free hand and massage it savagely until her yelps of pain turn into pleasure. I can feel her hot breath as she comes right with me, biting down on my palm to stop herself from screaming.
I let myself go, too, releasing my hot cum inside her ass. I pull out then, my seed running down her inner thigh. I didn't bother using a condom. The girl turns around and glares at me, eyes wide and angry.
"I didn't want it in there," she claims loudly, already pulling her panties up her soaking legs.
"You didn't, but you damn well liked it," I tell her, and she doesn't disagree. I pull her closer and lower until she's eye level with my cock. She looks up at me, her eyes suddenly full of lust. I lower her head on my tip, making her suck it nice and good. She's good at this, so I can imagine she's done it quite a few times. She licks the underside of my dick while she caresses my balls, gently tugging on the foreskin every so often.
But it does fucking nothing for me because I know she likes it. And I get off on others' pain, not pleasure.
So I force my cock inside her throat as far as it goes, choking her with it. She flails, trying to get away, but as my tip hits the back of her throat, I finally feel myself stiffening. Despite her best efforts to get away, she keeps licking at it, like a reflex.
And finally, I can feel myself giving in, thinking it's June with her cock in my mouth. June choking on me. June fucking crying for more. I fill her mouth with my hot cum. It's so fucking easy to get hard when I think of my stepsister. The moment I'm done, though, I push her away.
I zip myself up as she coughs and sputters. I leave her shouting obscenities after me, her pain the best thing I've experienced all day. A smirk crosses my lips.29ParkerI never expected to hear from my brother, let alone the very next day. But when my cell phone rings and his number flashes on the screen, I know I need to take the call. I smirk, getting ready for the conversation I don't want to have, but that might change everything.
