Guided Masturbation Stories
Mrs. Robinson
Older woman teaches college boy how to pace himself
I was home from college for the summer, lounging around my parents_ house as usual. One afternoon my mother had a visit from an old friend of hers, Mrs Robinson and while my mother was out of the room on the telephone, I found myself talking to this very attractive lady, whom, to be honest, I had hardly noticed before, even though I had seen her many times. She must have been in her forties, but looked younger and had a wonderful figure with dark shoulder-length hair. Her breasts filled her silk blouse beautifully, they weren_t huge, but large enough to wobble enticingly as she leant towards me to engage me in conversation. _Are you enjoying your summer, David?_ she enquired, and I replied politely, trying to hide the fact that I was having a good look at her legs and wondering whether it was stockings or tights she was wearing under her close-fitting skirt, cut a little above the knee. _Are you keeping busy? I bet all the girls are after you! Do you have a girlfriend?_ she went on. I was surprised by her directness, wondering what she was getting at, and answered, _Actually no, Mrs Robinson, I_m kind of, er, busy, you know._ _Well, I hope you_re not too busy to pay me a visit. There_s something I_d like you to do for me. Will you come round to my house tomorrow afternoon?_ I hesitated. What was she after? Could it be that obvious? She noticed my hesitation and laughed, _No, not that, you silly boy! You_ve been watching too many movies. You can rest assured that I shan_t be asking you to fuck me!_ I was surprised again at her directness, but assumed her invitation must be innocent. Pity, I thought, as her legs were beginning to make their impact felt in my trousers, filling me with the urge to masturbate as soon as possible, but I agreed to visit her the next day.
The next afternoon I found myself in Mrs Robinson_s living-room, sitting next to her on the sofa. She looked even more attractive than the day before, wearing a simple black dress and dark tights (or were they stockings? I wondered again). She still hadn_t given me any indication of what she might want, and started chatting about nothing in particular. Very quickly, though, she returned to the question of girlfriends. _So you haven_t got a girlfriend?_ I didn_t reply. _Why is that, David?_ she asked, looking straight at me. _You must get a bit tensed up. I suppose you masturbate, do you? Do you do it a lot?_ I must have looked shocked as she smiled reassuringly, _It_s all right, David, it_s quite natural, you know. I expect you do it all the time, don_t you? I wonder what you think about while you_re playing with yourself?_ At this I must have blushed, because her face lit up with excitement. _You didn_t wank over me after I_d gone yesterday, did you?_ I just looked at her. _You did, didn_t you, you naughty boy! And are you getting hard and excited again now?_ She was right on both counts, of course.
I began to think that maybe she was just out for a fuck after all, but as if she guessed what I was thinking, she said _I told you I_m not interested in shagging you, so don_t get any ideas! I_m the one who has the ideas,_ she added mysteriously. She got up and stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. _Undo your pants, David, and show me that dick that you_re always playing with!_ Mesmerised, I did as she said, and sat there with my trousers and boxers round my ankles, my cock sticking up, pointing at Mrs Robinson. She pursed her lips as she looked at me, _I bet it feels lovely when you stroke it, doesn_t it? Do it for me now, please_. I couldn_t resist, my cock was throbbing at this unexpected excitement. I took hold of my shaft and stroked firmly, _That_s right, show me how you like to do it_, she went on. I just couldn_t take my hand off and seconds later my semen spurted out and ran all down my shaft. It felt so exciting doing it in front of her, but my pleasure was rudely interrupted when her face darkened and she scolded me angrily, _I didn_t say you could cum! That_s pathetic, shooting off after only a couple of minutes. You_re not just tossing off in the toilet now, you know!! I thought you_d have some idea how to jack off for a woman! Get your pants on and leave!_ She made me pull my pants back on, even before I could mop up any of the mess, and pushed me towards the door. I felt dreadful. As I was about to leave, she must have felt sorry for me and said, _I_ll give you one more chance. Come back the day after tomorrow, and we_ll see if you have learned anything!_
Two days later and I was standing in Mrs Robinson_s living-room again. She was wearing the same dress. _Well, David. I hope you perform better for me today, let_s see what sort of state you_re in. I think you had better strip off completely this time._ I followed her instructions and stood naked in front of her, my dick throbbing with anticipation. _You look a bit overexcited already, David. I hope you can control yourself for me_, and she delicately touched my shaft with her fingertips. I tensed, frightened that even these touches would send me over the edge. She told me to kneel, but not to sit back and to spread my legs as wide as possible. _Hold your shaft for me. Is it hot?_ I started to move my hand involuntarily, but she interrupted me, _Not unless I say, David! We don_t want any more accidents, do we?_
I wondered how on earth I was going to last out, but Mrs Robinson sure knew what she was doing. She told me to stroke slowly, but every time she saw my cock tense up and my end swell she commanded me to stop. _It helps if you squeeze the base of your shaft as hard as possible if you think you_re going to ejaculate,_ she advised me. She seemed to know more about it than me, and I wondered how many pupils she had had before me. This went on for almost an hour. _You can let go now, David_, she said and knelt down in front of me, her knees firmly together between my splayed legs. My cock was bobbing about directly over her lap, smoothing out her black dress. Her face was about level with my cock and she leant forward and held my shaft against he cheek. _Oh my it is hot!!_ she gasped, wrapping her slender fingers around it and manipulating it deftly. She would stroke me for a bit, then squeeze me like she said. Soon my balls were aching.
She sat back and looked at me. _You_re not saying much_, she teased me. _Do you like it then? Do you like masturbating in front of me? I hope you are going to give me a proper spunking display this time!_ She kept teasing my cock like that for what seemed like ages, my shaft was tingling as if I was about to cum all the time. I suppose I was, but she kept me under control. _I think you need more stimulation now_, she said, and pulled down the front of her dress. Her breasts were propped up by her dress, making a deep and inviting cleavage. _Your cum would look nice there, wouldn_t it? Would you like that, David?_ My mouth was too dry to speak. She was tormenting me, making me hold back, but it was exquisite.
She leant back a bit and took hold of my cock. She started stroking, teasing my end with the fingertips of her other hand, spreading the little blobs of liquid that were starting to dribble out. _You want to ejaculate badly, don_t you?_ she teased, _but you mustn_t till I say, you know that now, don_t you?_ I shuddered again as she stopped another imminent ejaculation by squeezing hard. By now I was hot and breathless, my eyes were pleading with her to let me release, but she carried on. She must have sensed I was beginning to lose what control I had left, and she whispered, _Wanna cum now, David? I want to see all your creamy sperm on my tits. Would you do that for me?_ her hand speeded up and my cock went into agonized spasms, I couldn_t help groaning loudly as she made me spurt jets of hot semen into her cleavage, spilling on to her dress. _Oh that_s good, spunk for me David, shoot it all over me_, she carried on as the spasms died away.
I flopped back, exhausted. Mrs Robinson looked at her watch _Hmmm, one hour and fifty minutes, not bad for a first _ or should I say second _ attempt_, she laughed. _But I think we can do much, much better than that, don_t you?_
