blue eyes June has, though not quite the same shade. And a banging body.
However, she's different than young June ever was. We were best friends when we were kids, and I still remember her like it was yesterday. Naive, sweet, soft... So innocent. This girl has a certain hardness to her, like a knowledge of the world. I'm sure she's had sex before, given head and swallowed cum. And when our eyes meet across the lawn, and she offers a lazy smile, I know she's a goner. I don't even have to walk over to her. She says goodbye to her friends and strolls to me on the lawn, offering what I'm sure she thinks is a seductive smile.
"Hey," she says with a Southern accent. A Southern belle. She will be perfect to spoil and fucking ruin.
"Couldn't stay away?" I ask lazily, getting straight to the point. Her eyes shine with surprise, but only for a second, then she returns a small smile.
"Want to see my room?" she offers. A girl who gets straight to the point—how tacky. June would never do that.
"I'd rather have you bent over a park bench and fuck you while everyone here watches," I offer with a smirk, and her mouth drops open in a shocked o-shape. A smile replaces it pretty soon, and I know it's a done deal. I take her by the arm, not the hand. That's what she wants, that's what she deserves. I clasp her forearm in an iron grip and pull her behind me. We walk until we're blocks away, and she doesn't make a sound, just clatters behind me in her chunky heeled ankle boots.
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