A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 18

"Tighten your grip when he gets closer," Gwen advised. "Like you're making a very tight vagina with your fingers. Not so tight he can't get in it, though."

"How's this?" the young woman asked, wrapping her fingers more tightly around his shaft.

"Good," Tim grunted, pushing up against her fist to test it.

Cricket held still, remembering the times she had watched Gwen do this she had actually stroked very little as he grew close, letting him thrust, like he was fucking her hand, only moving her fist up his length so he could begin another stroke. "Careful with your aim," Gwen counseled. Those first couple of shots are pretty powerful and could go anywhere."

The young woman hurriedly adjusted the angle to something just less than straight up. "This okay?" she asked, never taking her eyes off what she held.

"That's fine. Get ready..." Tim grabbed the hand around his cock in response, repositioning it just below the sensitive head and forcing her fist to close harder than she thought possible as he erupted.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Cricket chanted, intent on the spitting monster she held, dimly aware of the arc of the first jet as it rocketed skyward before falling on to his chest with a wet slap. Message delivered, Tim's hold on her hand loosened but she held steady as he emptied himself, finally reduced to dribbles that ran down the fingers encircling his shaft. He finally pronounced himself spent with a sharp exhalation.

"Oh my God!" The wide-eyed woman exclaimed again, unsure what to do next, unwilling to let go of the thing she held just yet, beginning to stroke again. "I swear I could feel it shooting up inside his, uh penis! Was that alright?"

Tim chuckled and again grabbed her hand, more gently this time, stopping her movement. "It was great, but I'm kinda sensitive right now..."

"I usually get a warm washcloth to clean him up," Gwen advised softly. "Since you helped make the mess, think you can take care of that?" Cricket nodded again, climbed off the bed and hurried to the bathroom.

"Thank you for doing that," Gwen said in a low voice, moving up to kiss him.

Tim chuckled, not believing he was being thanked for allowing another woman to jack him off. "Uh, yeah, you're welcome? Hope I did okay."

"You did great. You're probably pretty relaxed at the moment. Is it alright if Cricket and I, uhh, finish what you started?"

He chuckled again. "Alright? I'd be disappointed as hell if you didn't. I'll, uhh, get out of your way."

"You don't have to," she replied urgently. "You can stay..."

"Nahhh, I'm okay for now. You know us guys. Sex and food, our top two priorities. Since I got priority number one taken care of for a while , I'll go make a sandwich or something. Give you two some girl time, compare notes, that kind of thing."

Gwen smiled as Cricket returned with the washcloth. She carefully cleaned him, treating his softening member with great respect as she gently wrapped it in the warm wet fabric.

"Thank you Cricket, that was really good," Tim said with a smile, lifting himself off the bed. "Lemme know if you two need anything." He ambled down the hall while Gwen laid the young woman down and held her.

"Sorry I sprang that on you like that," Gwen said softly, cupping her cheek. "I never told my students before the first time they were getting on the horse until it was right there in front of them. That way they didn't worry so much. I know it wasn't your first time, but still..."

"Close enough to the first time," Cricket replied with a chirp. "And I can't believe you're apologizing! Thank you for trusting me enough to do that!"

"Just between us, right?"

"Of course! Who am I gonna tell?"

There was not much talk after that, just soft moans and sighs as they turned their attention to each other's more urgent needs, hands running up and down warm flesh, lingering in the most sensitive areas. Cricket was gently pushed on to her back as Gwen moved between her legs, gently laying on top of her as a man would do before penetrating her, the older woman's mons thrusting forward against the one below. Lips, breasts, and sexes all unerringly found their counterparts to grind against each other and further inflame their arousal. The young woman's release was first, but Gwen was close behind. They lay there together after, recovering, caressing, both aware that a line had been crossed, both wondering if the other had regrets, neither wishing to step back.