Cum-Stuffed

For two hours, Dean's thick cock slides to the hilt in my ass, his pace matched to mine as I move my mouth up and down on Amy's cock. Almost agonizingly slowly, I work my mouth down to her hilt, then slide up until just the crown remains.

I grind my tongue around the helmet, pressing it against the sensitive frenulum, before sliding back down again. Strong fingers in my hair push my head down and pull it up, after a while, making me go faster, allowing Dean to fuck me faster.

He breathes slow, forcing himself to maintain his self-control as he pumps into me. The only sound is the sound of Amy's page-turning, and soft breathing. Dean doesn't want to have to use his hand to get off, when there's a faggot he could use.

Amy's hand on my head slows me down after a few minutes, and Dean slows. I can imagine Amy smirking smugly behind her book. I can envision her being amused by having the ability to control the pace of her big brother's upcoming release.

Torturing him with my ass, making him slow down and speed up at her silent, wordless whim. I simply suck her cock and lovingly move my mouth up and down on her. I bob my head slow, and Amy restrains herself, but speeds my pace, again.

Just a little downward nudge to tell me to quicken, and an upward tug on my hair as I'm rising. I bob my head faster on it, grinding my tongue around her meat happily as I suck her cock. Dean's hips press into mine each time my lips sink down.

I can imagine him closing his eyes, biting his lip, forced to let his little sister control how he's fucking me, because there's no alternative. He can't use me without her permission, and she's been very clear about what he has to do to hold onto it.

His fingers cup my hips, gentle and careful not to dig in or bruise. Dean's touch is only enough to maintain steadiness and control, leverage with which to move his hips against me. He doesn't dare pull, he simply holds me steady as he uses me.

I can feel his burgeoning heat, as two hours turns into three, and he finally pulses. I remain silent, my mouth stretched to accommodate Amy's phallus. My jaw is starting to ache a bit from how long I've been servicing her with my mouth, now.

She looks to have made remarkable progress on the book. Dean pushes in to his hilt as I swallow with my lips tight around Amy's. His fingers flex, and he doesn't pull back. The first thick rope of his cum pumps into me, and Dean breathes heavy.

He holds steady, even as I continue bobbing my head on Amy's meat, as he unloads into my ass. Pulse after pulse, jet after jet, until the flexing of his cock subsides. I feel him flex intentionally, and I tighten my muscles around Dean's thick cock.

Dean pulls out slowly, sliding himself back until his cock slips out of me. He takes as deep breath, easing backward off the foot of her bed. I watch him reappear, his cock glistening with oil, shorts and boxers in one hand, as he quietly slips out.

Amy doesn't comment. She simply continues to read, for another quarter of an hour before her cock starts pulsing in my mouth and throat. I slide my mouth to her hilt, and the first jet of her cum pumps into my lower throat. I swallow on her.

She still doesn't speak, she simply cums in my throat as she reads, and I swallow it without a word. When the pulses stop, she tugs my hair. She guides me up until her cock leaves my mouth, then pushes me down to lay my head on her thigh.

Finally, after four hours of reading, Amy puts a bookmark in near the end and sets the book aside, and looks down at me. She smiles at me affectionately, having been stroking my face and hair idly all this time, “How's your jaw feeling, faggot?”

“Sore, but I'm okay,” I reply.

“And your ass?” she prompts.

“Stuffed, too, but not sore,” I answer obediently. Amy smiles, pleased.

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