"Karyn ... wait ... don't ...," Jon gasped out as his suddenly shaky legs forced him to sit down on the toilet seat.
"This is fun," Karyn giggled as she watched Jon respond to her actions. It was particularly fun to see Jon breathing hard and trying to grab at his crotch for something that wasn't there to be grabbed. Rubbing slippery soapy fingers of the head of his penis made him squint his eyes and tighten all his muscles. Lightly sliding her hand up and down the slippery shaft made Jon breath hard, but his muscles relaxed somewhat. Adding a little more liquid soap to make his shaft extra slippery, Karen clamped down with a good deal of strength on Jon's shaft and slowly slid her hand up and down. The tight grip allowed her to feel an inner series of ridges rippling under her hand. Watching Jon as she did this, made her stop in fear that she'd hurt him. Jon had stopped breathing, his head was thrown back, mouth open, and his muscles were locked in apparent agony.
"Don't ... stop," Jon gasped.
"Oh no, I've hurt Jon," Karyn thought in a panic.
"Oh God Karyn, don't stop, please don't stop!"
Laughing in relief, Karyn returned to her little experiment. The slow strong grip stoke quickly locked Jon up into what she'd thought was hurting him. He was in fact breathing, it was just in desperate bursts. She laughed to see Jon gripping the toilet seat and thrusting in time to her strokes. After a few repetitions, Jon's timing drifted as he began to thrusting a little sooner. How odd?
"Faster ... faster," Jon hissed.
Obligingly, Karyn lightened her grip and picked up the pace. Jon's muscles tensed in time with Karyn's faster stroking of the detached penis in her hands. Watching more carefully now, Karyn brought Jon to a frantic edge and just when he began to grunt, she changed back to a sedate hard gripping slow stroke. This elicited a stifled wail of frustration from Jon while simultaneously once more locking his muscles in a clench. A mischievous thought blossomed when she saw that Jon's eyes were squeezed shut as well. Moving away from the sink as she continued to slowly stroke Jon's shaft, Karyn stood directly in front of Jon and picked up the pace.
Jon was in agonizing frustrated delight. He was on the verge of exploding and couldn't do a thing to seal the deal. He kept wanting to go faster, faster, but had no control to do so. He couldn't tell if this was torture or bliss. "Oh god yes!" Jon blurted out when he felt the pace speed up. "Oh god ... oh ... uhh ... AWHHHHHHHHHH".
Karyn giggled manically as she directed Jon's quite impressive orgasm into his mouth, and up his face. The secondary smaller spurts helped gum up his eyes and eyebrows. He looked like he'd been caught in an Elmer's glue explosion.
