rough. Put your finger in…”
“Not yet,” I said, massaging her with the showerhead. “We’re gonna take this slow so I can savor you. Tell me, have you ever held this shower head on your pussy and made yourself come?”
She closed her eyes, wrecked with guilt. “Yes.”
“Why?” I demanded, wanting to hear it out loud.
“Because I was lonely and I wanted to come.”
“And it felt good, didn’t it?” I whispered, goading her on, and she nodded. Suddenly I moved the showerhead to her pussy, making her gasp into my mouth. “Feel how that warm water washes over your pussy, Mrs. Robinson. Feel it spread you apart like my tongue is about to do. Feel the stream pulsate against your clit and put pressure on it. Do you like that?”
She leaned back, her eyes rolling into her head. “Ben, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
I pulled my hand away, and she gave me a disappointed look.
“Hey, why’d you stop?”
I smirked. “Because I want you to do it. I want to hold my dick in my hand and stroke my shaft while I watch you make yourself come.”
“… What ?”
I licked my lip involuntarily. “Your Miss Jill role play really got me thinking, and now I want to give you the whole treatment.”
“The whole treatment?”
“Yes. I remember one day in specific, I came home from school and threw my bag down, and I looked up and saw her standing right there in my house. She said my grandma was sick and my mom had gone to the hospital for the night to see her, and I knew exactly what she wanted – she wanted to hook up in my own house.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes. She made me take off my jeans right there and led me into the shower, then she told me she wanted me to masturbate for her.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes, just like this.”
I reached down and took the head of my cock between my fingers, stroking and running my fingers all around, letting a little moan escape my lips as I did so. I was so fucking horny that my tip swelled every time I touched it, and that familiar tingly, sparkly feeling bloomed around my crotch, telling me I was about to come, but I steeled myself and held the orgasm – I wanted to save that for when I spurted all over Grace’s back after fucking her. I always wondered if women knew how good this felt, to rub your fingers down your shaft and stroke your tip up and down until it spurted out a hot, wet load. How did that differ from a female orgasm? And why did I wonder these things? In any case, Grace was about to feel enough on her own to be satisfied for weeks.
As I rubbed myself, I opened my eyes and locked eyes with Grace.
“You fucking like this, don’t you,” I asked her. “You like watching me play with my cock.”
“Mhmm,” she breathed.
“Good. Once Miss Jill’s pussy was good and wet, she’d put on a little show for me while I masturbated, just to warm things up even more. Now it’s your turn. Show me how you please yourself with that showerhead, Mrs. Robinson. Make yourself come while I jack off.”
After giving me one last look to make sure I was serious, she took a deep breath and grabbed the showerhead. She’d never masturbated for anyone – I could tell – and the guilt on her face made it ten times hotter. Finally she let the showerhead drop and held it on her clit. She tried to control her reaction for a second, but soon she let her eyes roll back into her head as her mouth dropped open.
“Yes, Mrs. Robinson. Don’t be shy. Let me see you play with that pussy.”
She sped up, moaning and tensing as she circled her hand round and round. I leaned forward and bit one of her nipples, which was deliciously firm and perky.
“ Fuck , Mrs. Robinson. That water feels good on your clit, doesn’t it? Make yourself come while I jack off. Keep going.”
We masturbated together. The air in the shower was so tense, I could probably reach up and punch it. I took long, slow breaths as I slid my fingers around my cock, trying not to come as
“Not yet,” I said, massaging her with the showerhead. “We’re gonna take this slow so I can savor you. Tell me, have you ever held this shower head on your pussy and made yourself come?”
She closed her eyes, wrecked with guilt. “Yes.”
“Why?” I demanded, wanting to hear it out loud.
“Because I was lonely and I wanted to come.”
“And it felt good, didn’t it?” I whispered, goading her on, and she nodded. Suddenly I moved the showerhead to her pussy, making her gasp into my mouth. “Feel how that warm water washes over your pussy, Mrs. Robinson. Feel it spread you apart like my tongue is about to do. Feel the stream pulsate against your clit and put pressure on it. Do you like that?”
She leaned back, her eyes rolling into her head. “Ben, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
I pulled my hand away, and she gave me a disappointed look.
“Hey, why’d you stop?”
I smirked. “Because I want you to do it. I want to hold my dick in my hand and stroke my shaft while I watch you make yourself come.”
“… What ?”
I licked my lip involuntarily. “Your Miss Jill role play really got me thinking, and now I want to give you the whole treatment.”
“The whole treatment?”
“Yes. I remember one day in specific, I came home from school and threw my bag down, and I looked up and saw her standing right there in my house. She said my grandma was sick and my mom had gone to the hospital for the night to see her, and I knew exactly what she wanted – she wanted to hook up in my own house.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes. She made me take off my jeans right there and led me into the shower, then she told me she wanted me to masturbate for her.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes, just like this.”
I reached down and took the head of my cock between my fingers, stroking and running my fingers all around, letting a little moan escape my lips as I did so. I was so fucking horny that my tip swelled every time I touched it, and that familiar tingly, sparkly feeling bloomed around my crotch, telling me I was about to come, but I steeled myself and held the orgasm – I wanted to save that for when I spurted all over Grace’s back after fucking her. I always wondered if women knew how good this felt, to rub your fingers down your shaft and stroke your tip up and down until it spurted out a hot, wet load. How did that differ from a female orgasm? And why did I wonder these things? In any case, Grace was about to feel enough on her own to be satisfied for weeks.
As I rubbed myself, I opened my eyes and locked eyes with Grace.
“You fucking like this, don’t you,” I asked her. “You like watching me play with my cock.”
“Mhmm,” she breathed.
“Good. Once Miss Jill’s pussy was good and wet, she’d put on a little show for me while I masturbated, just to warm things up even more. Now it’s your turn. Show me how you please yourself with that showerhead, Mrs. Robinson. Make yourself come while I jack off.”
After giving me one last look to make sure I was serious, she took a deep breath and grabbed the showerhead. She’d never masturbated for anyone – I could tell – and the guilt on her face made it ten times hotter. Finally she let the showerhead drop and held it on her clit. She tried to control her reaction for a second, but soon she let her eyes roll back into her head as her mouth dropped open.
“Yes, Mrs. Robinson. Don’t be shy. Let me see you play with that pussy.”
She sped up, moaning and tensing as she circled her hand round and round. I leaned forward and bit one of her nipples, which was deliciously firm and perky.
“ Fuck , Mrs. Robinson. That water feels good on your clit, doesn’t it? Make yourself come while I jack off. Keep going.”
We masturbated together. The air in the shower was so tense, I could probably reach up and punch it. I took long, slow breaths as I slid my fingers around my cock, trying not to come as
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