She grabs the detachable shower head

Suddenly, and somewhat to your disappointment, she backs away from you, removing her hand. You cannot believe that your body is actually missing her's. But before long, you see just what she is doing. She grabs the shower head, detaching it, and twisting the nozzle so that the spray is less dispersed and now pulsating three straight streams.

Quickly, she returns to you. Her body once more pressed against your's. Happily, you arm your own body, rubbing against her. "You'll enjoy this. I promise," she whispers to you. Then she slides the cold shower head down and pushes it head enough against your thighs that you quickly part them. With free access, she pushes it against your pussy.

Immediately you start convulsing. The heated streams of water pounded into your pussy. It was like three cocks shoved in you and filling you with cum over and over without stop. Moreover, there was not initial pain like that which came with being fucked by a hard cock.

You buckled and started to slide down the wall, but Stacy saved you, pressing her body harder against yourself, and grabbing your hip with her free hand, pinning you firmly. "Oh God, that feels... that feels..." you moan, tossing your head back and closing your eyes.

"Good, right? I do it all the time to myself when Jack isn't around." Your hips just kept bucking at the shower head in her hand, grinding yourself off like a wanton whore. "You know, John," Stacy said, her lips suddenly closing in on your ear. She nipped at it, suckling your ear lobe. Then she breathed in your ear, "I've always wanted to do this to another girl." She kissed down your neck now, then around to your lips, placing a short, soft kiss. "To you," she breathed. Then she kissed you deeper. Your tongues soon joined in an erotic dance as she pushed the shower head harder between your legs.

You wanted to return everything she gave you. But an orgasm quickly approached. Stacy must have sensed it because she broke the kiss and returned to your ear. By this point, Stacy was shoving the shower head and its pulsing jets of warm water against you with her own lap as much as with her hand. It seemed clear that she was grinding against the other end of the tool. The metallic hose attacked to the wall, no doubt wet and heated itself, was wrapped up between her legs. Only when you started to hear her moan into your ear did you realize that she was getting off even without you touching her back.

"Cum for me, John. I want you to cum for me," she whispered heavily in your ear. Then, as if on command, you did just that. All for her. Your hips buckled harder than before as your inner walls tightened, your muscles spasmed, and your eyes rolled back in your head. Just a moment into this, you felt her body slam a few times hard against your's, followed by a long moan from her lips.

This seemed to carry on for a good five minutes. Then, when it seemed it was over, she kept grinding the shower head and herself hard into you. You were soon experiencing a second orgasm. Then a third. It just kept going. A fourth was approaching but by that point both of your bodies were trembling weakly, and neither of you could stand. You both slid down to the floor of the tub, the shower head slipping out of Stacy's hand and away from your sore pussy. The water was now spraying against your inner thigh and you both sit there, embracing, bodies seemingly melted together as aftershocks rocked through you both.

There was no doubt. This was the best sex you had ever had. Once you could catch your breath, you would have to put some serious thought toward your sexuality. But for now, you needed to be held, and apparently Stacy did as well because she made no attempt to let go of you.

Time passed though, and eventually you two had to pull away and look at each other in the eyes.