Yank

by Selena Kitt

  "I'm guessing you don't mean on this." She smiled, setting the cucumber on the counter and sliding off it. "Come here."

  She led me over to one of the kitchen chairs, sitting me down in it and pulling my jeans and boxers off. I leaned back a little, watching her. God, she was beautiful—I couldn't stop looking at her, the way her breasts swayed gently as she settled herself between my legs, the soft swell of her belly and thighs, the sweet way she tucked her hair behind her ears before she leaned in to give her full attention to my cock.

  I knew I wasn't going to last long, but I wanted it to. I wanted to sit in that chair and watch her forever. I couldn't believe I was doing this, letting her do this, and yet I had never wanted anything more.

  "You want me to suck your cock?" She ran her hands up my thighs. I just nodded. "Then say it."

  "Please," I gasped, watching as she kissed the tip, teasing it and flicking it with her tongue.

  "'I want you to suck my cock," she whispered, then licked up the throbbing vein underneath my shaft, from base to tip. "Say it."

  I groaned, wiggling in the chair. She was killing me. "Dawn, please."

  "Say it." She sat back, putting her hands on her knees, waiting. She licked her lips, staring at my cock, and then met my eyes and smiled. "Tell me you want me to suck you until you come."

  The words were caught in my throat. Saying them out loud felt like an admission. I struggled, watching as she rubbed her hands over her breasts. "Don't you want to come all over my tits?"

  "Please!" Oh, hell! I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't have her. I swallowed hard. "Please...suck my cock."

  She grinned, leaning into me and taking my shaft in her hand. "See?" She licked all around the tip. I groaned. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

  I shook my head, watching my shaft disappearing into her mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open so I could remember every delicious moment, but it was difficult. Every time her mouth sank down on me my eyes wanted to roll back into my head. She was all mouth, up and down my shaft, taking me deep, moving agonizingly slow, like she wanted to make it last too.

  My hands moved to her hair, still damp from the shower, guiding her head. I couldn't help pressing her down a little. God, I loved the sound of her gagging on it! She curled her tongue underneath my shaft as she slid her mouth down, and then rolled it slowly around the tip as she came up. My legs were shaking and I was trying hard not to come. I didn't want it to end.

  "I want your cum." She kissed all around the tip, her eyes never leaving mine. "Tell me when you're close. I want you to shoot it all over my tits."

  I groaned, grabbing her hair and shoving her back down on my cock. She squealed a little and then went fast to work, using her mouth to squeeze and suck me until I thought I was going to die. I felt my balls tightening and bucked hard against her, deep into her throat. I was torn, wanting to shoot my cum into her mouth and wanting to see it splashed all over her gorgeous tits.

  "Dawn," I warned, the sensation beginning to edge toward the peak. She worked even harder then, moaning and sucking and twisting her mouth over my shaft. Oh fuck, that was too much. I couldn't hold it any more. I started to come, shooting the first blast into her mouth, and she swallowed it, looking up at me.

  She grabbed me, pointing me toward her chest, and I thrust into her pumping hand, growling and moaning, shooting hot streams of cum onto her waiting tits. She moaned too, rubbing my cock through the wetness, spreading my cum over her nipples. She continued to stroke me, milking me, squeezing every drop out.

  "God," I groaned, throwing my head back. "We are so bad."

  "Good!" She kissed the tip of my softening cock. I looked down at her, covered in my cum—and I thought she couldn't look any more beautiful before? Boy, I was wrong. I'd never seen anything more beautiful than she was in that moment.

  "I think I'm gonna need another shower." She smiled, standing up and walking over to retrieve her robe. I watched her put it on, pulling her hair out from underneath it, a sweet, feminine gesture. I pulled my boxers and jeans back up, tucking and buttoning and zipping quickly. For some reason, I didn't want her to see me now.

  "I gotta make phone calls." I had forgotten that I left my paper outside. When I went out to get it, it had blown all over the yard, and I spent ten minutes picking it all back up again.

  When I went back into the house, I heard Dawn up in her room, playing the radio. She was singing. I stood for a long time at the bottom of the stairs, cooling my hot forehead against the wall. Instead of going up, I slipped on my shoes and went outside for a walk.

  * * * *

  "Steak and kidney pie again?" Dawn complained, slipping into the chair next to me.

  "You're home all day this week." My mum gave her a quelling look. "You can always cook, if you want something different."

  "I like pie." I spooned some onto my plate. Mum smiled at me but Dawn stuck out her tongue and pinched my leg.

  "Your mum has the best pie." Dad winked over at her. She blushed and I glanced over at Dawn, as if to say, 'Did I hear that right?'

  "Ew!" Dawn reached for the salad. "Get a room."

  "We have one." My father poured himself some milk. "It's upstairs. I pay for it. Speaking of which—how's the job hunting, David?"

  Inwardly I groaned, but mumbled, "Fine," and shovelled some potatoes into my mouth.

  "Salad, David?" Mum handed me the bowl when Dawn was done. I reached for it and then I saw them. Cucumbers. Panicked, I looked at Dawn. It couldn't possibly be?

  She grinned at me and bit into one, crunching noisily. "These are the best cucumbers, Mum."

  "They've had such good ones at the market, lately," my mum said, and I watched, horrified, as she tasted one. "Nice and big."

  "Mmmm!" Dawn grinned, nudging me under the table. "I know!"

  Chapter Five

  "David!"

  Oh bugger. Mum again. I buried my head under my pillow and pretended for the third time that I hadn't heard her. Couldn't a bloke sleep in on a Saturday?

  I used to live for the weekends. Now they had turned into endless days of chores that Mum found needed doing around the house, and of course Dad seemed to be in agreement— he said I needed to keep busy, since I wasn't at school anymore.

  "David!"

  Oh hell. It was Dad this time. She had called in the big guns. I threw the pillow off my head and grabbed a pair of jeans from next to my bed, tugging them on. He opened my door without knocking just as I was pulling on a t-shirt. "Oh, good, glad you're up."

  "Yeah." I sighed, running a hand through my hair and waiting. I knew it was coming.

  "I've got to fix your mother's planters," Dad said. "Get some breakfast and come out back to help me, would you?"

  "Okay." I gave him a little salute as he shut the door. Damn. Doing chores for Mum was better than spending the day handing tools over to Dad—listening to him swear at whatever piece or part wouldn't fit into the correct spot and then taking it out on me just because I handed him the wrong spanner or whatever.

  All that meant that when I stormed into the kitchen, I was in a fairly black mood. Mum was washing up the breakfast dishes and I grabbed a bowl and a box of Frosties, standing at the window and shoveling in bites while I watched Dad pulling Mum's planters out. Dawn was lying in the sunlounger watching him, wearing her white bikini and soaking up the near-afternoon sun.

  "So what's wrong with the planters you have?" I asked through a mouth full, glancing over at Mum. "They look fine to me."

  "They're rotting in the back." She reached over me for a tea towel. "Your father said he didn't use the treated wood but he's got some in the shed he's going to replace it with."

  I stared at her for a moment, milk dribbling down my chin as I turned back to look out the window. Dad was heading for the shed now—to get the wood for the planter, I assumed. The very wood that my porn collection was hidden under! Fuck! I threw my bowl in the sink, still half-full, and bolted for the back door.

  "David!" Mum
called after me, sounding disgusted. "You didn't even finish—"

  I didn't hear the rest. I burst out of the door in my bare feet, jumping down the steps and landing in front of Dad just as he was about to open the shed door. He took a step back when I barrelled out in front of him and stood staring at me with his mouth open.

  "Hey!" I slapped him on the shoulder. "Here I am! Reporting for duty! What can I do? Can I get something for you out of the shed?"

  Dawn sat half-up, lowering her sunglasses to look at us. I glanced over his shoulder at her, pleading her with my eyes.

  "Actually, you can go down to the basement and get my toolbox." Dad moved to step around me. I matched his movement, still blocking the way.

  "That wood is kind of heavy, Dad." I looked over at Dawn for some help. "Let me carry it for you. Dawn can go get your tool box."

  "I will not!" She snorted, leaning back and sliding her sunglasses up.

  "Come on, David." Dad stepped around me and grabbed the shed door. "Go on and get my toolbox."

  I widened my eyes at Dawn and she shrugged but was silently laughing. Some help she was! I bounded up the back steps, pulling open the door and running through the kitchen, nearly knocking Mum over on my way toward the basement.

  "David!" she cried, sounding exasperated, but I didn't stop. I flew down the stairs and turned the corner toward Dad's work room. His toolbox was under the work bench and I leaned under to grab it, hitting my head on the table as I came up.

  "Fuck!" I swore, rubbing my head as I lugged the toolbox back up the stairs, slowed down now by the weight.

  "Everything all right?" Mum asked as she opened the back door for me.

  "Ta," I panted, answering cryptically, "I'll know in a minute."

  Dawn sat up again as I came back out, wearing a crooked smile. Dad was still in the shed. I set the toolbox down and peered inside the shed door. He was fishing through the boards, whistling something. It didn't sound or look like he'd found anything—yet. I let out a sigh of relief.

  "Hey, Dad," I called in. "I have your toolbox. Want me to carry any of that?"

  Dad looked up from where he was kneeling. From the angle I was watching from, I could actually see the corner of one of my porn mags resting under the boards just on the other side of his knee. The sight of it so close to discovery made me feel dizzy and ill.

  "You're awfully helpful today." Dad stood and brushed his hands off. "Here, take these four outside." He pointed to the boards he had laid aside. I grabbed them and propped them over my shoulder, carrying them out of the shed.

  "Come on, Dad." I set the boards on the ground between his toolbox and the planter. "Let's get this project started!"

  Dawn was silently laughing, her belly and breasts shaking as she covered her mouth so my Dad wouldn't hear her. I gave her the finger and she made a wanking motion between her legs, sticking her tongue out at me.

  I'd been so panicked about the possibility of Dad finding my porn collection that I'd barely noticed her in her white bikini, but now the motion of her hand between her legs drew my eyes there and I found myself staring.

  "All right, Davey." Dad slapped me on the shoulder as he came out. "Let's get to work!"

  At that point, I was just thankful that no one was poking around the shed anymore and I was pretty much willing to do anything. Dawn laid back down to soak up some sun and Dad and I got to work, pulling apart the old planter.

  Mum hadn't planted anything in it this year because the wood had rotted so we didn't have to worry about that. The wood had split in several places though, making it harder to pull apart. I was using the claw end of the hammer at one end and Dad was at the other, trying to pry the nails up.

  "Next time," I grunted, wiping sweat off my brow with the tail end of my t-shirt. "Don't use such long-arse nails!"

  Dad yanked a nail free and it tinkled on the cement. "Come on." He started on another one, grunting with the effort. "Don't be a nancy boy. Just give it some welly!"

  "Yeah!" Dawn called, dropping her sunglasses and looking at me. She had that Dawnie-grin on. "Give it some welly, David!"

  "Nosey Parker!" I made a face at her and, grabbing my hammer, started to work on the board again. By the time we got the back taken off, I was sweating like mad, and I pulled off my t-shirt. Dawn whistled and I threw her a dirty look.

  "Come on, go starkers." She grinned. "No one can see."

  "Good thing." I tossed my t-shirt at her. It landed shy of her chair. "You might as well be, in that thing."

  Dad glanced over at her, frowning. "The boy has a point."

  "Oh, naff off, both of you!" Dawn turned over on her belly on the lounge chair, never afraid to speak her mind. Her bikini bottoms pulled across her arse and I could actually see the outline of her lips in them. She swung her feet, not looking at us, her body glistening with oil. I noticed she was actually getting a little more brown.

  "Don't get cheeky, Miss." Dad tossed aside the old boards and headed toward the shed.

  "Whoa! Ho!" I grabbed his arm. "Hey, Dad, where are you going?"

  He looked down at my hand on his arm and back up at me, his eyebrows raised. "I need my saw," he said slowly, taking my hand off his arm. "Are you all right?"

  I nodded, my eyes shifting to the shed. "Fine."

  "You're a bit wonky today." He frowned, setting off toward the shed.

  My jaw was clenching and unclenching as I sat on one of the patio chairs, waiting for him as he rummaged around in there.

  "What's the matter?" Dawn smiled over at me. "Afraid you're going to get caught?"

  I glanced over at her and saw she had turned onto her back and was tracing the outline of her nipples through her bikini top. They were hard and poking through the material. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

  "Dawn!" I hissed, glancing toward the shed. I could still hear Dad sorting through things in there. I was just praying he didn't go near the boards again.

  "What?" She pinched her nipples through the material, making them even harder, and I felt my cock responding, remembering how they felt in my mouth, how they looked when she was sitting up on the counter, letting me fuck her with the cucumber. Holy hell.

  "Fancy these?" She lifted her breasts, rubbing her hands over the material. She slipped one hand under the white cloth, from the top, and I could see her working her hand over her bare skin.

  I watched, transfixed. She pulled her bikini top down over her breasts completely then, shaking her shoulders, making her breasts sway. I stared, my cock an iron rod in my jeans now, my breath caught in my throat.

  "Dawn," I gulped, glancing toward the shed and realizing I couldn't hear my Dad anymore. She smiled, pulling her top back up and stretching her arms over her head with a fake yawn as my Dad came out of the shed carrying a saw.

  "Damned thing was hiding," he mumbled, calling over to me. "Come hold this steady, David!"

  "Coming…" My voice was faint as I stood. She was staring at my crotch and I flushed, knowing my erection must be clearly outlined.

  I went over to help my Dad, but I couldn't help looking over at Dawn. She was watching us, lying back on her elbows, her feet pressed together, legs open. The outline of her pussy under the material was making me loopy. It was all I could think about.

  Dad was sawing a board he'd put up onto a breeze block and I was supposed to be holding it steady. His back was to Dawn, but I was facing her and had a clear view of her full body, lying there glistening in the sun. She saw me watching her and grinned. I inwardly groaned but couldn't look away as she started teasing her nipples again.

  Dad sawed through that board and began measuring another, his back still to her display. She continued to tease me, pinching and pulling her nipples through the material, making a little "o" with her mouth.

  "Hold this." Dad put another board up. I put my knee on it, my eyes on Dawn's body. She was rubbing her hands over her belly, sliding them lower and lower. I licked my lips as I watched, my cock throbbing in my jeans now.

/>   Dad was sawing away, grunting and wiping sweat from his brow. The sensation made me think of fucking, and I couldn't help but think of fucking Dawn. I had the brief fantasy of just pulling her bikini bottoms aside and plunging my cock into her right there on the lounge chair—that's how much I wanted her.

  Dawn slipped her fingers under the top elastic band of the bikini bottoms and I watched, wide-eyed, as she began to play with herself. I saw her hand working underneath the material, and remembered exactly what she felt like inside, how soft and smooth and warm.

  She saw me watching her and grinned, pulling the material aside with one finger and showing me her cunt. I glanced down at Dad, who was still sawing away, and then back to Dawn, exposing herself to me. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, lying there with her cunt spread open, sliding her fingers up and down her slit.

  When she started fingering herself, I lost it. I think I was unconsciously leaning forward, to get a better view, because my knee slipped off the board and it went flying up, nearly hitting me in the bollocks.

  "Flippin' 'eck!" Dad looked at me with a frown. "David, will you concentrate?"

  "Sorry." I glanced back at Dawn, who had stopped playing, but was now licking her fingers. Oh god. I could almost taste her pussy. She grinned at me and blew a kiss. My whole body felt flushed and I was grateful that it was hot out.

  I tried to keep my mind off her and just pay attention to helping my Dad. We got the rest of the boards cut and Dawn rolled over onto her belly and thankfully appeared to fall asleep. Her sunglasses were askew and she was drooling onto the towel underneath, her hand trailing down on the patio. Her bikini bottoms rode up her sweet, rounded arse, and I wanted to touch her so badly it almost hurt.

  I grabbed a hammer and started pounding along with Dad, helping him nail the boards along the back of the planter. I pounded as hard as I could, hoping if I expended enough energy, I might eliminate the throbbing ache between my legs.

  It actually seemed to have the opposite effect, especially when Dawn rolled onto her back again, throwing her arm over her eyes and giving me a clear view of her rising and falling breasts, the material pulled taut over them.