Lauren wants more

Lauren lathers up her hands and says, “I want to show you the best way to wash a cock.” I’m not going to argue with anything you want to do at this point, I think. She wraps one small hand around my cockhead, caressing and lightly squeezing it, while the other cups my balls and fondles my scrotum. She watches my prick like a hawk watches a mouse, and licks her lips when it begins to lengthen. She begins pumping me, base to tip, drawing out my length.

When I’m mostly erect, she says, “Now watch.” She turns around, sensually wipes the soap from her hands on her ass, then pulls the stool into position with her foot and stands on it. She reaches back to grab my hands and pull me forward into her ass, then hands me the bodywash. “Lather up.” I do, and she puts them on her tits, then begins rubbing her ass against my cock. “Since I’ve been doing all the work washing you, I think turnabout is fair play, don’t you?” Lauren purrs. I can only nod.

She rubs her ass up and down my shaft, throwing in some side-to-side motion for variety, while I caress her tits and play with her nipples. When she starts moaning, I reach down and slip three fingers into her twat. I start tracing circles around her clit and lightly caressing its tip, and she gasps, “Fuck yeah, Chris! Just like that! Keep doing it just like that!” I pinch and twist her nipple, and she moans her approval and grinds even harder on my cock. Then she reaches back, pulls my shaft down between her legs and up into her slit, closes her legs tightly on it, and starts humping me, which makes me moan her name. “You like that, stud?” she pants. “You like how a real woman fucks? You like being fucked like a real man?”

Abruptly, she pulls off, grabs the handheld, and rinses us both off. She turns to me and says, “Grab my hips and lift me up.” Does she want what I think she wants? I lift her up, and she wraps her arms around my neck and raises herself further, then wraps her legs around my hips. She wiggles a bit and manages to catch the tip of my prick in her tight fuckhole, then lowers herself down, impaling herself on my rod. “Now,” she says, “push me into the wall and fuck me silly.”

I understand why the non-stick surface in this shower is so good, I think. I stand and deliver as best as I can, thrusting with all the **** I can manage. Lauren’s back is slippery enough from the soap that she’s able to move as well against the slick wall of the shower; she shows her strength by lifting and dropping herself in sync with my thrusts. I bend down to kiss her, and she kisses me back hungrily. She grips me tightly with her legs and starts squeezing me with her PC muscle, pulsing as we move together. It’s not long before I feel my balls roiling and I grunt, “I’m about to cum!”

“Fuck yeah, stud!” Lauren gasps. “Cum in my tight fucking cunt! Give me all your baby batter! Fill me with your spunk! Let me feel your heat!”

I thrust into her cunt as hard as I can as my orgasm explodes into her, blasting rope after rope of cum into her womb. She feels it and lets out a cry that quickly escalates to a shattering scream as her body detonates around my shaft. It feels like her entire body is one giant muscle, dedicated to squeezing every last drop out of my cock, and I bellow as I keep cumming and cumming. I would never have thought I had so much in me.

When my climax recedes, I start to feel wobbly. Lauren holds herself in place as I move, and I manage to sit down with my cock still in her pussy. I hold her and we kiss as I shrink out of her, leaving my cum to drip from her opening and splatter on the floor. “Well,” she says, “I guess we’ll need to rinse off one more time before I let you go. I’ll grab my hairdryer so you don’t look the least bit damp; I don’t want your mom suspecting anything.” She grins slyly. “Tell her I appreciated all your help in the shower.”