Giving her some 'Help'

Diane returned to the living room, her shirt now draped back over her shoulders but still open, allowing her aereolae and erect nipples to peek out now and then as the sides shifted back and forth. She had a glass of water for John, which she set on the coffee table to his right.

Theatrically she stood in front of John. "Ugh," she grunted softly, "my panties got all wet from sucking you off. Guess I'm going to have to take them off," she said casually. She lifted her skirt to show off her panties, which had a noticeable damp spot: she lowered them slowly, and stepped out of them, tossing them to the side of the room. She brought a hand up to stroke the insides of her thighs, where her legs met her crotch, showing off a clean shaven, and slightly glistening, pussy to her male audience of one.

"Mmm, much better," she cooed. She looked back up to John, seeing that he had already begun to get another erection. She smiled a bit. "I love the recovery time teenagers have," she said, dipping a finger into her exposed honeypot. Her hips swayed playfully as she got on the couch, humping the air over his legs, and John felt his dick swell a bit more from the erotic view this gave him, the false concealment of the skirt only enhancing the image. "When I saw you walking by, I knew I was in luck. You're a good boy, and I know you've had a crush on me since you were twelve. And... well, let's just say that I like the way you've grown," she said, reaching down to grasp John's member, squeezing the spongy shaft and head gently.

John groaned softly. "You wanted me to fuck you?" he asked playfully, humping upwards against her strokes lightly, his hands going to her hips.

Diane shifted forward so that John's cock met the opening of her moist hole. She rocked so that his mushroom head slipped in and out of her, while she gave him a look that was both hungry and stern. Diane's eyes smiled, and a grin split her face, light moans escaping her lips. She raised herself up --- letting John's rod spring up and point into her inner sex --- and plunged back down again, gasping from the sudden stimulation.

John groaned and thrust his hips up into Diane's skirt, up between Diane's legs. She bucked reflexively, raising herself up before lowering herself down, establishing a rhythm as she fucked. "Fuck me, John," she commanded. "Use your manhood for what it was made for. Fuck my pussy."

John had come not long before, but Diane rode his manhood expertly, and her passion and raw sexuality had his cock throbbing inside her sopping inner sex. "Fuck, Diane, you're so hot!" he panted.

Diane looked at John with eyes that didn't quite focus. "Fuck me John! Make me come all over your teenage fuckrod! Ungh! God!" It was too much for John, and he felt something inside him tip over the edge into a ball of fire. "I'm coming, Diane!"

"OH GOD!" Diane shouted huskily. "God, yes! Ooooooh...!" Her inner muscles convulsed and squeezed hard on John's member buried insider of her. John moaned urgently, and erupted furiously within Diane's flexing vaginal depths. Diane's eyes widened even more. A look of dazed bliss then swept over Diane's face. "Nnnnnngh!" she groaned, clenching her teeth, bearing down on John as she did. She stopped, panting, resting her head on John's shoulder as she came to rest on his lap, John's manhood still firmly up inside her. Diane looked up at John with a smile. "That was very good," she said jokingly.

Just then...