Dean is Great

Dean's fingers slide against me, slow and careful, like he doesn't want to hurt me or make me make a sound in the process. He spreads the oil down the crease, from tailbone down to my perineum and back again, ensuring that I'm well-lubricated.

One finger presses inside of me, pushing to the hilt, driving it in as deep as he can. I can feel his already-hard cock resting against my ass, close to Amy's foot. Not touching her, surely, or she'd probably kick him square in the jewels for doing it.

A second finger slides in alongside the first as he starts fingering me. I tighten my mouth on Amy's cock and continue to bob my head slowly, sliding my velvet lips up and down the silken length of her shaft. Amy ignores me, reading her book.

I hear the page turn, and I know she's ignoring both of us, now, but Dean's fingers don't hesitate to drive themselves in. His fingers stretch and flex inside of me, opening me, before a third enters me, and then a fourth. He flexes them around.

Then his fingers withdraw, and I hear the soft hint of schlck! as he starts to stroke his cock and oil himself up for his entry into me. I quietly continue to bob my head, listening as he quickly dries his hands, and feeling his hand settle on my hip.

I feel his crown touch against my crease, sliding down to the hole, then pushing in. I breathe in sharply around Amy's rod, but force myself to remain silent without biting her cock in the process. My muscles tense with the effort of staying quiet.

He pushes in slow, his other hand coming to my other hip, right beside Amy's foot, her sole resting firmly on one cheek of my ass. Dean pushes himself in until I feel his balls against my ass. Amy unexpected shifts, lifting her foot, and spanks me.

“Lift your hips for him, faggot,” Amy murmurs, as she delivers two additional hard spanks to my ass with her foot, and I'm forced to arch my spine. I lift my hips with Dean's cock buried in them, every muscle tensed to screaming to remain silent.

Dean grips my hips more firmly as Amy's foot resettles on my ass, and I feel him bending. I hear him kiss her foot, silently, before he straightens and pulls back. His cock slides smoothly out of my hole, until only the crown remains still inside me.

As I slide my mouth down on Amy's cock, Dean slides himself into my hole, pulling back as I lift my head. He's watching as I move on Amy's cock and adjusting his own pace and timing to synchronise so she won't feel the motion of him using me.

Soon, he's found his rhythm, pumping into me in long, hard strokes, but slow, essentially letting his little sister decide the pace he fucks me with. Amy's hand rests on my head, but her fingers curl just a little bit, stroking gently while she reads.

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