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The Family Affair

The family that lays together, stays together





Zoe Jasmine

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Chapter 1



Clare pulled her mouth off her brother's pulsing cock.

"Mmmm, God," she grinned. "Is that good!"

"Just hurry up," John panted. He clutched the back of her head and pressed it closer to his glistening prick. He swiveled his hips upward, trying to force his cock back into her mouth.

Clare swung her head to fling blonde hair out of her face.

"Just hold your horses!" she gasped. "I'm doing the best I can!"

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the bulbous prickhead.

John raised his hips still higher, eager to feel her mouth encircle his entire cockshaft.

He pressed a little more firmly on the back of her head at the same time, feeling his aching cock sink farther into his sister's mouth.

"Mmmm, yeah!" he whispered. "That's it! Suck as much of my cock in your mouth as you can!"

He started to buck. His body quivered as he flexed his ass muscles.

Clare moaned and squealed as she felt his huge cockhead press into her throat.

"That's the stuff," John said. "That feels so good! I'm ready to shoot any second!

Pound my cock with your fist! Ooooo, yeah! You'll have my cum any second now!"

He worked his hips in circles, feeling her tongue press against the thick cum-chute on the underside of his cockshaft, throbbing and ready to blast a load of creamy jism into her throat.

Clare bobbed her head up and down his cock with increasing vigor. The thought of his cum splashing into her mouth excited her. Her pussy was already damp, the deep interior of her cunt itching as it trickled with excitement.

As she tightened her grip around her brother's cock with one hand, she reached into his crotch with the other. She clutched his balls. Her fingers encircled the upper part of his low-hanging sac and pulled downward. Then she fondled his meaty balls while her fingernails scraped over the tender flesh of his inner thigh.

She pulled more of his cock into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the long

prickshaft. Every now and then she lowered her face as close to his crotch as she could, sniffing the heady aroma of manly cock-hairs, sweaty balls and his cock slick with her spit.

She bobbed lower. The knob of his cock fucked deeper into her throat. She gagged.

"Easy, Clare," John said between rapid breaths. "Don't bite off more than you can chew. You're doing just fine the way it is. Just pound my cock harder. Apply more suction with your mouth." He rotated his hips downward, easing his prick out of her throat. "Aaah, that's it. You don't have to do that deep-throat stuff the first time. We can work up to that later. For now, just keep sucking my cock with your tight mouth.

Mmmmmm, yeah!"

He rubbed the back of her head reassuringly, twining his fingers in her long, wavy blonde hair. His ass was bouncing with increasing fervor as he inched closer to shooting his wad in her mouth. Though his prick and balls were aching for release, he didn't want to choke her and ruin her first time at cock-sucking so she would never want to do it again.

Clare gripped his lower cockshaft tighter and pounded it all the harder. She knew it would be just like when he pounded his cock himself, and would probably cause his cum to shoot all the sooner. Her lips raced up and down his prickshaft, her tongue tickling the tender spot just under the giant cockhead and pressing more firmly against his prickshaft.

Soon John's legs started to quiver. He arched his back and tried to shove more of his cock into her mouth. Then just as quickly, when he heard Clare gag again as his prick-head pressed into her throat, he sank his ass into the mattress. His body jerked uncontrollably as he felt the impending release of his cock and balls.

"Oh, yeah!" he gasped, squirming and panting.

His neck arched, his head pressing into the bed. He clutched his sister's head tightly and held it still. His crotch began slapping up into her face fervently, his cock stabbing into her mouth as it exploded.

"Unh, unh, unh!" he panted. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! This is it! I'm coming! Suck it, Clare!

Suck my cock hard! Pound it, pound it, pound it!"

Clare bounced and jerked violently as she sucked as hard as she could on her brother's erupting cock. Her one hand massaged his balls with great speed and dexterity while the other raced up and down on his slick prickshaft. Her eyes bugged out as she felt his cock pulse in her mouth with every blast of his hot thick cum.

John raised his head and stared through watery eyes at his crotch. He watched with great joy as his cock disappeared over and over again into his sister's mouth. His chest heaved frantically as he pumped a mighty load of his precious warm cum into her throat.

"Oh, god, yessss!" he wailed. "Suck it, Clare. Suck the cum right up from my toes!"

Clare's cheeks caved in from the pressure she was applying to his exploding cock.

She could feel the mighty spurts of his cum shoot against the back wall of her throat as she pounded his cock frantically. She tried to swallow as fast as she could, welcoming with great glee the torrent of his salty, funky spunk.

When she felt the blasts of his cum slow a little, and the great fullness of his cock stuffed in her mouth shrink, she pulled her head back. His hands relaxed their pressure on her head and she was able to pull back far enough so only the head of his great cock was in her mouth. She sucked on his prick-knob as if on a giant soda straw, eager to vacuum up every drop of his tasty cum.

The great spurts of his cum slowed to a few sprays, then oozed out his cock in a thick, steady stream for a couple of seconds. She greeted the gobs of cum on her tongue eagerly, then rolled the rich cream around in her mouth, tasting the great male flavor. With hums of delight, she swallowed happily, sending the gooey fluid down to join the rest in her belly.

John's body convulsed a few final times as his cock chucked up the last of its load. He let his ass fall back to the bed while his sister sucked and licked his flagging cock dry. He stroked her pale blonde hair gratefully, his chest heaving as he struggled for air.

Clare slurped her mouth off his prick, then sucked and kissed his cockhead a few more times. Her fingers continued to play with his balls, feeling the shriveled leathery sac grow long again after producing his mighty load. She scratched his thighs and balls and gave his cockhead a final sucking kiss as she laid his limp prick on his hairy belly.

Then she raised her head.

"How'd I do?"

"Great," John said between breaths. "Absolutely great. That was one hell of a blowjob!"

"Thanks," she said, grinning. She tucked some loose strands of her bright-yellow hair behind her ear and started to get up to leave.

John grabbed her wrist. "Hey, where are you going?"

She scowled at him. "Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it? Wasn't that our agreement?"

He gave her a lusty grin. "Well, yeah, but -"

"But what?"

"Don't you wanna get off, too? I mean, what were you playing with yourself for if you didn't want to get off?"

She shifted her weight and tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp. "I can take care of myself!"

He shrugged. "I can too, but it's better when someone else does it for you."

He released her arm to see what she would do. She pulled it away.

"Suit yourself," he said with a tone of finality in his voice, and pretended to get up.

She stared at him. "Let me get this straight? Are you trying to tell me you want to ..."

He clutched her wrist again and pulled her closer to the bed, this time with very little resistance. "You just squat over my face and I'll show you just exactly what I'm trying to tell you."

Clare leered at him. A soft grin wrinkled her lips. She rested one knee on the bed and swung the other over his well-developed torso. She continued to look down into her brother's handsome face, still not believing what was about to happen.

Fifteen minutes before, when he had caught her playing with their mother's dildo, she thought the shit was going to hit the fan for sure. Clare had known for quite a while that their mother kept dildos, vibrators and other sex toys in her nightstand. More than a few times, when no one was home, she slipped in, borrowed one of the tantalizing instruments of pleasure and fucked herself silly.

But this time, when John caught her, he threatened to tell. She begged him not to.

She promised him she would do anything - if he promised not to tell.

Although she had only sucked on one guy's cock before in her young life, she had really gotten off on it. And she never thought she would suck on her own brother's cock. But it was either that or get tattled on. And when she was sucking his prick into her mouth and feeling his cum shoot down her gullet, she never thought she would see the day when he would be eating her pussy.

She slowly lowered her damp crotch to his face as he lifted his head off the pillow.

She could see his lips part and his wet pink tongue slide out between his teeth - inching closer to her aching, pulsing cunt. Slowly, inch by inch, the distance between his tongue and her cunt narrowed, until finally she felt the flat of his tongue press right against her moist yellow-fringed pussylips.

She flinched. Her heart thudded wildly. Her throat went suddenly dry. She thought her pussy was going to explode right then and there.

Her hips jerked back and she yelped. Shivers of excitement raced throughout her system. But John's head persisted in closing the gap, and in another second the tip of his tongue was tantalizing her pussy again.

Her ass sank closer to his chest, her pussy closing in on his mouth. John reached up and clutched both her asscheeks, raising and lowering them as he snaked his tongue around the surface of her juicy cunt. He scooted a little lower and pulled her crotch closer to his face.

John brought his hands up under her thighs and into her crotch. With several fingers, he separated her damp cuntlips and lapped up the entire slick crevice of her pussy.

Her cunt was extremely wet, sweet, and tasty, and he could feel his cock getting hard just from eating her.

When his tongue traveled higher and flicked into the area between her upper pussylips, Clare flinched. He had touched that tender little fleshy bubble of her clit.

She shook and shuddered, her insides feeling as though they were on fire.

"Unh, God, John!" she panted. "Jeez, Louise! I can't believe it! That's driving me nuts!

I can't stop shaking!"

John thought he must be hurting her. He feared he was doing something wTomg. He stopped licking her clit and pulled his head away from her crotch.

Clare panicked. She instantly spread her knees to force her pussy lower to his face.

"Oh God, no, John! Don't stop! Holy shit! Don't stop now! I'm quivering all over! I've never been so worked up! Just keep licking my clit and you'll have me shooting off in no time!"

She wriggled her ass and ground her pussy against his face. John stuck his tongue out again and this time it sank deep into her cunthole. He darted his tongue in and out of the fleshy folds of her pussy, tasting more of her sweet juices.

His face was wet already from her free-flowing cuntjuice. His nose nuzzled into the upper crease of her cunt, jiggling against her clit as he thrust his tongue deeper and harder into her flaming fuckhole. The flesh on the underside of his tongue began to hurt and burn, as though it were about to be ripped from its moorings.

But that didn't stop him. His rapidly revitalizing prick flip-flopped on his lower belly as he devoured his sister's delicious cunt. His heart was beating frantically, his breathing speeding up.

Clare clutched her tits and started massaging them as her pussy heated up in response to John's tongue-bath. Her eyes closed automatically and she was lost suddenly in a dream world. She floated and drifted, feeling a long, drawn-out orgasm rising as John continued to lick and suck her cunt.

Her firm tits seemed to be screaming with a desperate hunger. She pressed them into her chest, trying to relieve the deep aching. Her tits hurt almost as though they had been bruised, and she needed to knead and massage the pain away.

Then she tweaked and pinched her nipples. Her back arched, her mouth hung open, and low moans rolled up from her throat as she inched closer to her orgasm.

John could tell she was nearing blasting off by the way her body arched and shook uncontrollably. He fucked his tongue in and out of her pussy all the more eagerly, dying to have her climax and shoot her sweet cunt juice in his mouth and all over his face. Then, just as quickly as he had shoved his tongue into her cunt hole, he pulled it out and worked it over her clit again as she trembled and convulsed more rapidly.

He kneaded her ass cheeks harder, feeling their firmness, their smooth flesh. He slipped several fingers into the crack of her gorgeous ass and pressed them against her asshole. Instantly Clare sputtered and winced.

"Oh, God, John!" she panted. "This is it! Christ! I'm coming! I'm coming like never before! That's it! That's it! Flick your tongue over my clit and I'm gone!"

John's tongue fluttered over her clit. He clutched her hips with a steely grip to hold her ass steady as she erupted. Her body was an uncontrollable writhing mass of joy.

When he felt her pussy juice start to drip on his chin, he stopped flicking his tongue over her clit. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips completely around her puffy pussy lips. His tongue flitted and darted as he drank from the overflowing fountain of her cunt.

Clare squirmed and clutched her tits all the harder. She shook and whimpered. Her mind was reeling in the greatest ecstasy she had ever known as her brother continued to fuck her flooding pussy with his long, stiff tongue.

She shook spasmodically and lurched forward. Her pussy came off John's face and her eyes opened. John reached up and grabbed her, pulling her wet, frantically heaving and contorting body down next to him.

Chapter 2



Clare lay curled up in a semi-fetal position, her whole body relaxed like never before.

She quivered slightly, feeling warm, her cunt almost liquid. She hummed repeatedly, and grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh, God, John," she said with a giggle. "That was absolutely wonderful. God, I've never felt so good in my life. Mmmmmm!"

She uncurled her body and pressed it next to his. His cock, long and stiff and throbbing against his lower belly, rubbed against her sweaty thighs. She wriggled her hips to feel more of the steely hardness of his prick press against her.

"Oooh, Johny," she said. "Mmm-mm-mm! How wonderful! Look at you!" She reached between their bodies and snared his cock. "Oh, God! Eating pussy must really get to you!"

"I'll say," John said with a lusty grin.

"Look at how hard your cock is." Giving his cock a gentle squeeze sent shivers up her spine. "Your prick is just twitching with excitement."

"There's nothing like eating a nice juicy pussy to bring my cock back to life. The flavor, the fragrance and the hot silky inner flesh of a cunt really turns me on." He thrust his hips back and forth slightly to pump his cock in and out of his sister's fist.

"Well, well, well," she said stroking his wildly pulsing prick. "We can't leave you like this. We're just going to have to take care of it, I guess."

She pressed her tits into him and started rocking back and forth. Soon she had him on his back, his lengthy prick still in her hand. She straddled his hips, raised her ass, and with a quivering hand directed the huge knob of his cock right at the gaping opening to her cunt.

As Clare worked her brother's giant cock-knob round in the steamy slit of her pussy, she hummed and gasped. She had long admired John's athletic build, his handsome features. She was constantly sneaking peeks at the bulge in the fTomt of his tight jeans, or the bulge in his skimpy swim trunks, wondering what his cock looked like, what it would feel like sliding in and out of her pussy. But she never once thought she would ever actually fuck her own brother. The realization that she was about to made her mouth go dry.

John worked his hips around and up and down, feeling his prickhead getting slicked up from the abundant amount of fluids in the crevice of his sister's cunt. He had had visions of fucking his sister, but never imagined it would actually happen. Her perfect figure, her large tits and gorgeous ass, and her pretty face framed by her long luxurious light blonde hair caused him more than once to slip off and secretly jerk his prick. She was a red-hot object of desire of all the guys he hung out with.

But now, as his sister clutched his aching cock and swiped it around and up and down the length of her pussy, he realized a dream he had had for years was about to come true. He reached up and clutched her huge firm tits, making broad circles with the palms of his hands, then started massaging them and played with her nipples.

Clare's breath was becoming more rapid. She still had her eyes locked with her brother's. She grunted and chuckled playfully as she worked his cockhead around in her dripping pussy.

When she had the knob of his huge prick slicked up with her warm pussyjuice, she clutched his cockshaft tighter. Raising her ass up off his legs a bit, she wiggled his cock-knob ever closer to her cunthole. Then she lowered her hips slightly, feeling the bulbous head of his prick penetrate her tiny pussy opening.

"Aaannnggghhh," she said, a look of awe and delight spreading over her face. "Oh

God! I can't believe it!"

She released her fist from around his cock and pulled her hips up a fraction of an inch. Then, as if to convince herself she was actually experiencing it and not dreaming it, she reversed the direction, feeling his gigantic cock-knob fuck into her narrow pussy once more.

John squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples a few more times, then lowered his hands to her ass. He clutched one of her firm asscheeks in each of his large hands and held her absolutely still. Before feeding his cock all the way up her pussy, he raised and lowered her ass in short, slow movements, feeling the grip her tight cunt had on his flared cockhead.

The sensation was overpowering. His heart thundered. Flames of passion shot up his cockshaft. He swallowed hard. He had never felt anything as snug gripping his cock before in his life. The opening to her pussy was like a rubber band wrapped around and around his cockhead a dozen times. He thought he would shoot his load instantly.

Clare's mouth fell open as John fucked his cockhead in and out her tiny cunthole. She gasped as she felt the huge knot of his prick slip in and out, stretching the tight elastic muscles of her pussy. She grunted, her hips shaking in his stTomg hands, eager to feel more of his huge cock fuck inside her.

The opening to her cunt was stuffed and stretched with his cock, and it made her feel wonderful. But she ached deep down inside. The depths of her pussy cried out for his cock to plunge inside and fill her. She tried to force her hips lower to his, but his stTomg hands were too much for her.

"Oh God yes, John, yes!" she grunted. "I can't believe it! Your cock feels so good inside me! But I need more! Shove your cock in me all the way, John, please!"

John held his position, his cockhead just inside her pussy. He ground his ass around, feeling the warmth and the snug grip her cunt had on his cockhead.

"All in due time," he said, panting. "All in due time. Your pussy feels so good gripping my cock like this. I could go on like this forever."

He was still bouncing her ass up and down in short, slow little jerks. He could feel the great flared ridge of his cock being clutched and stroked by her tight cunt every time he fucked into her or pulled his cock back out.

Clare was turning to jelly in his hands. Her upper body was writhing and twisting.

Looks of great joy spread over her face, alternating with looks of agony as she craved to feel more of his cock shoved inside her screaming pussy. She tried again to bounce in his stTomg grip.

"My pussy is itching deep inside!" she panted, desperate. "You're teasing me, John!

Stop it! Shove your cock in me! I need it - now!

Finally John started fucking his cock into her cunt a little deeper with each upward thrust. His hands let her ass bounce a little closer to his thighs with each of his cockstabs into her pussy.

She squealed with delight each time she felt another fraction of an inch of his cock slip inside her hungering pussy. Soon, she knew, she would have her pussy stuffed full of the delightful hunk of his cock, and she would ride him and fuck him grandly.

Her pussy was aching for the feel of his stiff prick pumping her wildly to ecstasy.

John relaxed his muscular arms a bit to allow her a slightly greater range of motion.

Clare immediately took advantage of the opportunity by bouncing up and down frantically on as much of his cock as she could swallow up in her cunt. Even then, he didn't have more than half his lengthy prick fucking inside her. The sensation of his rock-hard cock inside her was driving her nuts, and all she could think about was getting more of his cock inside her ravenous pussy.

"Unh, John!" she gasped, her face twisting and her mouth opening and closing.

"Jesus fuck! Ram your cock in me all the way!"

John leered up at her pretty face. His eyes peered past her huge tits bouncing on her chest. He smiled at the twisted look of agonizing pleasure on her face. And he relaxed his elbows a bit more, allowing her ass to bounce closer to his crotch.

Clare twisted and bounced wildly. She used every ounce of her energy to try to force her pussy farther down on his invading cock. She used every trick she knew to make it better for him. She squeezed her ass muscles and her cunt muscles repeatedly to engulf his cock in a nice tight grip.

Clare squealed with delight each time she felt another fraction of an inch of his cock fuck inside her pussy. She was bouncing frantically, sweat starting to form on her brow. Her knees were locked in pain at his sides as she continued to force more of her begging pussy down his long prick.

"I'm going nuts!" she cried out. "My cunt is itching! Now, goddamn it, now! Fuck me wild!"

She bounced, finally feeling her blonde and soaked cuntbush tangle with John's coarser blonde cockhairs. She could feel her pubic bone come in contact with his.

She could feel her clit stimulated and excited as it slammed into him.

And that set her off. She couldn't wait any longer. She had felt herself starting to come the instant she had plugged John's cock-knob inside her waiting cunthole. And now, with his crotch stimulating her clit, his cock fucking almost to its full length inside her, she was trembling and moaning on the very brink of orgasm.

She craved the feeling of his crotch hammering against hers, but she could not hold back any longer. With wildly frantic animalistic grunts and near-violent bucking, she started riding his cock with all her might.

She squealed. She grunted. Her body quivered and jerked as she bounced on his cock. She placed her hands on his broad, hairy chest and bucked like a bTomco, his cock still not fucking her pussy to its fullest depth.

John finally let go of her ass and reached up to grab her tits. Now she had the chance to feel his cock fuck into her pussy all the way. He flexed his ass muscles and raised his hips slowly off the bed as she continued to fuck his stiff cock.

Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded her system as she rode his cock. She couldn't remember squealing and grunting and gasping with such frenzy before. The bed creaked noisily, as if cheering them on.

Her body convulsed. She gasped. She shook and jerked again. Then she collapsed like a rag doll to his chest.

John wrapped his arms around her, rocked her sideways and flipped her over.

"Unh, oh God, John!" she moaned, trying to wipe her wet bangs off her forehead.

"Jesus. Jesus fuck! Your cock's still hard! Holy shit! She was surprised beyond belief when she felt her brother's long cock start to pull out of her drenched pussy and slide back in. Automatically, she spread her legs and raised her ass off the bed to welcome the next magnificent thrust of his cock into her.

She grunted each time she felt her brother's prick slam into her cunt, every time she felt his crotch crash mightily into hers. She arched her back and slapped her crotch upward to meet every one of his forceful stabs.

"Oh, God yes, John!" she wailed. "That's it! More, more, more! Fuck me harder!

Faster, John, please!"

John was pulling his cock all the way out to the very lips of her slavering cunt and ramming it forcefully all the way back in. Soon he was fucking his mighty cock into her welcoming cunt at full speed.

He lowered his cheek to her shoulder and reached down to grab both her asscheeks. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around his ass, changing their fuck angle just enough to welcome his cock all the deeper into her pussy. She grunted with increasing fervor as he kneaded her firm asscheeks and hammered his cock all the more rapidly into her greedy cunt.

She could feel his breath hot and steamy on her shoulder as he puffed for air. His grunts were half swallowed up by her shoulder, and she could barely understand a word he said when he spoke, but she knew full well that he was saying that he was coming.

"Unh, unh, unh, oh, Clare!" he grunted. "This is it! I'm cumming!"

They slapped their crotches so furiously against each other that Clare was amazed they didn't break something. She felt another glorious orgasm splash throughout her system as her brother unleashed a mighty load of his spunk into her. She welcomed his forceful cock-stabs into her, and never wanted him to stop.

When he finally came to rest on top of her, breathing like he had just run a marathon, all she could think was that she was glad now that he had caught her playing with their mother's dildo, and hoped they would fuck again - soon and often.

Chapter 3



Clare and John fucked every chance they got, which wasn't too often.

One day their mother came home earlier than she had expected and heard a commotion in John's room. She tiptoed down the hallway and peered past the open door.

"John!" Dianne screamed when she saw her older son naked on his bed, pounding his cock.

Their eyes met in a frozen stare. Dianne put her hands on her hips and shook her head. She couldn't help but feel her pussy tingle with delight as she gazed at her son's magnificent cock.

"Just what the hell ..."

John tried to conceal his nakedness. He wriggled and squirmed in embarrassment.

His voice was high-pitched and shaky.

"Aw, Mom," he said. "What the hell are you -"

"Never mind that," she said. Her cunt quivered with the excitement of what she saw.

She had never felt so turned on before in her life. The sight of her son's gorgeous body spread out on his bed, his tight firm asscheeks now pointing in her direction, caused her pussy to heat up and trickle with anxiety and desire. "See me in my room immediately!"

She turned and stalked out the door, her thighs warm and wet. She quickly undressed and put on a nightie and sprawled on her bed. In a matter of minutes, her son entered, clad in a white terry robe that came to his knees.

Dianne's eyes lifted from the slight bulge in the fTomt of his robe to meet his. One leg slithered down the other as she lay half on her side. Her lips parted sensuously.

"Look at me," she said to her son.

John raised his head.

"Mom, look," he said. "I don't know what you're thinking, but, you know, it's only natural. You know what I mean. I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm growing up. And I have certain needs, you know? I mean, things build up. You know, pressure? It gets to the boiling point, and you have to relieve yourself. All the guys do it. It's not like we're doing anything wTomg, you know?"

Dianne raised her eyebrows and let her top leg slide back, her negligee parting and revealing her long tan thighs. She pulled her legs back far enough to open up her crotch to her son, wisps of curly blonde cunthair peeking out from her half-concealed pussy.

"Oh?" she asked, her voice shaky and sensuous. "I can't deny that. We all have needs, Johny. Perhaps the only reason all your buddies beat off is because they don't have any little girlfriends to do it for them, or to suck them off - or to fuck."

She stared at him eagerly, trying to discern the reaction of her words on him. His face twitched, his cock snapping to fuller attention, tenting magnificently against the fTomt of his robe. He cupped his hands in fTomt of his crotch to conceal the excited condition of his pulsing prick.

He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"No need to try to hide things from me," she said. "Put your hands at your sides when I'm talking to you."

"But Mom -"

"Do as I say!"

John lowered his hands, his huge cock pressing into the thick material of the robe and forcing it to part, his prick-knob coming into Dianne's view.

"Now come here," she said, and reached out a hand toward him. "Come on. Come closer."

John stepped timidly to the bed. Her hand slipped between the flaps of his robe and snared his rapidly expanding cock.

"So what do you think?" Dianne asked. "Do you think that's why your pals jack off so often? Because they don't have someone to fuck? What about you, John? Hmh? Do you have someone to fuck?"

Her robe had opened all the way, her crotch spread enough for John to ogle her amply fringed pussy mound.

John cleared his throat. He struggled to keep his knees from shaking. "Well, ah, occasionally. I mean, no. Not really. I mean -"

"What exactly do you mean?" She stroked the length of his cock with a loose fist, her hand just skimming over the flesh of his prickshaft. "Do you or don't you?"

"No, not regularly." John's eyes flashed back and forth between her eyes and her pussy. She was rubbing her thighs lightly together and undulating her hips, thrusting them forward slightly in a very sexy and stimulating way. John thought he could see the moistness on her pussyhair and smell the aroma of fresh cunt.

"Well, what about me?" Dianne asked, casting away what remained of her precautionary approach. She squeezed his cock and tugged, pulling him a little closer to the bed. "Did you ever want to fuck me?"

A great gust of air that had built up in John's lungs suddenly burst free as he sighed mightily. He tried to laugh, to relieve the tension that had been mounting for the past several minutes. His cock twitched with fury in her grip.


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