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Laundry

By: _camaro11



I had just finished toiling over my dirty clothes at the Laundromat, and had piled my stuff together to take home. I live only a few blocks away, and usually walk when it is as nice outside as it was last night.

I must have looked like I was overloaded, carrying my laundry, because a car pulled over next to me. "Do you want a ride?" said the girl behind the seat of the purple VW Bug. Well, who am I to say no, right? So I got in her car. "Thanks," I said, not thinking of much else appropriate at the time. She said, "I'm Andrea--where are we going?"

I gave her my address and of course within moments we had arrived. Andrea asked if she could help carry anything. Well, it seemed to me like she was already carrying herself really well. Pretty face, sandy blond hair, a white T-shirt and denim mini-skirt, she looked pretty nice. But, who am I to say no, right? So she carried a few of my shirts.

Walking up the stairs, I could have sworn I didn't see any panties under- neath her skirt, not that I was looking or anything. Hmmmm......

Well, we got into my apartment and she set my stuff down. "There you go."

Not thinking of much else to say at the moment, but wanting to leave things open, I said, "Thanks. What can I do to thank you?"

Well, if her nipples swelling under her T-shirt weren't enough of a give- away, she said, "I'm sure you can think of something." And with that her eyes made their way down to my crotch. This having been laundry night, I was just wearing a T-shirt and running shorts....shorts that by now weren't doing a very good job of concealing a hard-on.

As her eyes returned to mine, she suddenly embraced me with a passionate kiss. As her tongue probed my mouth, I thought again, well, who am I to say no, right? This might be fun. And I return the thought with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

As my hands wandered her body, I discovered quickly that my earlier observation had been correct--no underwear of any form. This girl had obviously had something in mind when she stopped her car. Fine with me.

Soon I had removed what clothes she was wearing, and stopped to admire her 36C breasts with huge nipples. The rest of her body was mighty nice, too. I really wanted to suck her breasts, but she stopped me to remove my clothes first. Well, that didn't take long either. And so there I was, standing in my apartment totally naked with a girl I had met just 10 minutes before.

She was obviously studying my body, too. "Jewish, huh?" she asked, my circumcised cock being probably the last clue anyone needs to figure that out about me. "Yup."

Andrea replied, "Well, I hope my pussy is kosher, then!" With that, she dragged me to the bed, and motioned for me to lay down. Who am I to say no?

She immediately mounted my face with her luscious pussy. I eagerly started to suck on her clitoris and anything else my tongue could reach. I lifted my hands up to feel her breasts, and they were as nice as I thought. Very perky. Andrea started moaning, and started rubbing her clit as I ate her pussy. But as hot as I was, I wanted equal treatment. "Eat me" I commanded. So Andrea flipped around into 69 position, and immediately engulfed my six inches. Nobody had ever deep throated me like she was doing before, and it certainly was a turn-on for both of us. I worried for a second that my slimy neighbor would hear our moans of passion and call the cops. But thoughts of the beautiful love box on my mouth brought me back to the more important reality of the situation.

Soon Andrea's moans got louder, and I knew it was time. With two words, she verified my thoughts: "Fuck me!" Fine with me :-)

I got a condom out of my drawer ("Ribbed for her pleasure"), and quickly rolled it on. A few last laps at her snatch, and I was ready. She got back on the bed, and I teased her for a few seconds by not quite entering her. This got me a few moans, and the next time I started in I was forced from behind. This got a few moans from _both of us_.

I thrust deeply and quickly, and soon Andrea was obviously nearing orgasm. I started to nibble her ear, and this sent her over. Her moans were almost screams, and I was sure everyone else in the building could hear us now. Boy, was I going to get some looks! And almost as quickly as her first orgasm subsided, she seemed to be building another. It was time for me as well, though Andrea's second seemed to be more important to her at the moment, the way her nails were digging into my back. And as she finished, she commanded "Now", so I did. And suddenly, with one last thrust, it was over.

After a few minutes of recovery, Andrea got up and put on what clothes she had with her. She wrote down her phone number, and said, "Next time you do laundry, give me a call!"

Laundry



Ambrosia (what a name!?) opened her eyes and looked out her bedroom window to see green leaves and to hear birds singing merrily. She smiled serenely as she stretched her sun-drenched, sleep-warmed body. Time to get out of nice warm bed and into the world. Good thing there was nothing to do today. Sunday, relaxation day, no work, lots of time laze around.

Crawling slowly down off the four poster bed she set her feet on the floor, surprised to find that it wasn't as cold as she was expecting it to be. She stood right in a shaft of sunlight. Not surprising considering it was almost one in the afternoon.

She went to the bathroom, stark naked, brushed her teeth and showered quickly. She took a towel from the rack and slowly smoothed it over her body drying the shower and soap off of her. She stalked back to her bedroom, naked once more, and went looking for something to wear.

Finding that her favorite jeans, shirt and undergarments had to be washed she slid into a blue thong and man's white button down shirt. She scooped up her favorites and slowly made her way downstairs and to the laundry room.

Turning the knob to the desired setting she added a large scoop of lemon scented detergent. She loaded the clothes and went up to the kitchen for breakfast. Orange juice and Count Chocula cereal. Always a good combination. She put her feet up on the chair across from her and brought her bowl up under her chin and began to eat her cereal, once and a while reaching for a drink of juice.

It didn't take long to eat, almost as long as it took the washer to get to rinse. Time for liquid softener. She put her dishes in the sink and filled them with water. "I'll just do them later with the supper dishes. No hurry."

She took her time going to the laundry room, just as she entered it hit the end of the rinse cycle. She opened the lid and dumped in a big splash of liquid softener. Just as she closed the lid and reached back to put the bottle of softener, she felt a hand on the back of her neck.

She tensed, not knowing what was going to happen. As she tried to stand up the hand held her firmly against the lid, firmly pinning her arms underneath her. There was nothing she could do. Screaming would not help, her nearest neighbours was some distance away, one not home and the other deaf. No, screaming would do no good. She attempted to struggle, the more she fought the harder he held her, not painfully just effectively pinning her to the washer. There really was nothing she could do.

With his other hand he traced her spine, up and down, up and down. He felt her shiver from pleasure, he knew where to touch her. He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her ass cheeks, slightly roughly and switching back and forth for several minutes.

He slid her shirt up her back and almost to her shoulders. He dragged his fingers down her back causing her to shiver again. He rubbed her ass and tucked his hand into the gusset of her panties. She gasped at the intrusion. He pulled them down swiftly and disguising his voice commanded her to step out of them. Knowing she could do nothing she had to do as he asked, she stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.

He positioned himself behind her and started to rub his erection against her. Hating herself for it but she couldn't help herself, it felt so good she began to rub back. He moaned as she moved against him. He drew his hardness lower and took one hand to rim her lovely lips.

She began to pant and wiggle her ass. He knew now was the best time, before she realized what she was doing. In a swift gentle motion he thrust into her. She realized what was happening, and began lamely to struggle. He held her down still. He thrust into her slowly and gently. It was teasing her so much she started to wiggle and thrust back.

The more she moved the harder and faster he thrust his hard maleness into her. Both of them began to pant and moan. When the washer finished she climaxed. He thrust in one last time before he too was swept up by the sexual current.

He lay atop her resting. Once their breathing had slowed she asked, "now that you've fucked me who are you. I might as well know who you are, you've already had your way with me." She just hoped that it wouldn't anger him.

Once again disguising his voice he told her to put the laundry in the dryer but not to look back. She'd find out soon enough and if she looked back there would be hell to pay. Not knowing what that might entail she did as he asked.

Once the laundry was in the dryer he pressed himself against her again, hard and ready for the next round. "Mmmm baby, you smell so good."

She recognized his voice, but he shouldn't be home for hours. Unless it wasn't him. He took her by the waist and turning her he lifted her to sit on the dryer. He saw the shock in her face as he reached across her to start the dryer.

He smiled and she opened her mouth to speak. He silenced her with his lips, she simply couldn't think or talk when he sucked her clit that way. He brought her to another climax very quickly and she screamed his name and pulled his mouth against her even harder.

He pulled himself up to his full height and looked into her eyes. Again she tried to speak, this time he silenced her with a kiss. He put his thumb against her clit and two fingers into her pussy, letting the dryer help him. After another earth shattering orgasm he pulled his hand and lips away. 

She started to protest and he kissed her again. As her eyes fluttered closed he thrust his cock into her again. Harder this time and more demanding he pumped into her as she moaned and screamed.

She couldn't control herself and fell into the spiraling climax once more after only ten minutes. The very second the dryer buzzed he shot his load into her hot steamy pussy. Laundry would never be the same again.



Laundry



Jessica lived in a small basement apartment in the outskirts of Philadelphia. Though the apartment was small and quite modest, she enjoyed the building. Most of the building's residents were middle-aged, and they typically kept to themselves. Although she occasionally missed being around people her own age, Jess loved the peace and solitude that her building provided her -- no one blasted music late into the night, her neighbors left her alone, and she had never even seen anyone in the hallways after 8 PM. Immediately across the hallway was the building's laundry room, which worked out well for the girl.

Today was laundry day, though Jess had been putting it off. She had been working on a very important project for work that would be due Monday morning, and she had fallen behind. This weekend was supposed to be catch-up time for her, and she had been working on her project non-stop since arriving home. It was now almost midnight, and she just didn't feel she could spare the hour or so it would take to sit and wait for her laundry to be done.

Normally, Jessica would sit and wait for her laundry to finish. Right now, though, that just seemed silly -- no one in her building was likely to even want to steal her clothing, and the odds of someone even coming into the laundry room at this hour were monumentally small. She decided that just this one time, she'd load up the machines and go back to her apartment across the hall. After all, she could always check up on it if she heard someone coming down the hall, and she really needed to get some work done.

Jess quickly hit alt-f-s on her computer to save her work, and grabbed her laundry basket, 5 quarters for the machine, and her detergent jug. She made her way across the hall to find the laundry room deserted, as expected. Choosing the machine at the far right side of the room, she dumped her basket in, and had an idea.

15 seconds. That was about how long it would take her to get back into her apartment safely after pressing the start button on the machine. Hardly any time at all. Her basket hadn't quite filled the machine, and it seemed silly not to wash all of her clothes, including what she was wearing now. Additionally, the idea of being naked in public played into some of the exhibitionist fantasies that Jessica had.

Reminding herself that no one was awake at this hour anyway, Jessica poked her head out into the hallway to make sure no one was coming, closed the heavy wooden door to the laundry room, and dumped the contents of her pockets into her now empty laundry basket. She stripped down to her panties, and in a moment of fear decided to grab a barely-dirty towel out of the machine and wrap it around herself; just to be safe. After pouring in the detergent and starting up the machine she walked back to the door, pleased with her courage.

Meer feet away from the door, Jessica panicked as she saw the knob twist and the door swing open, revealing a man in his early thirties. She let out a quiet, involuntary yelp and dropped her basket as her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation and come up with an exit strategy. Quickly scanning the room, she came to the realization that there was no way out but the door that the stranger was standing in.

"I do apologize, miss. I didn't mean to startle you" he said calmly with a chuckle.

"It's okay" Jessica nervously replied. She had come to the conclusion that there was really no easy way out of it, but that it probably wasn't that big a deal. She'd pick up her basket, leave, and hide out in her apartment until the man had gone; and then she'd try to pretend that none of this had ever happened.

As Jessica picked up her laundry basket, she was horrified to see the stranger enter the room, close the door behind him, and lean up against it. Realizing that her only way out was blocked, she silently screamed in her mind; but forced herself to calm down. She reminded herself that nothing horrible had happened yet, and it was unlikely that anything horrible would happen. This was just an awkward, embarrassing situation, and it would be over soon enough. He probably just didn't realize that he was blocking the door, and it never helps to panic.

"You're that girl who lives alone in 1B, aren't you?" he inquired.

"Err, yeah, that's me" Jess sputtered out, hoping that after a little small talk he'd move out of her way.

He laughed a little. "I'm sorry, I just realized how intimidating a question that could have been. I did, after all, just tell you that I know where you live, and that I know that you are all alone. I can only imagine how threatening that might seem to you."

"It's okay" she replied sheepishly. It wasn't, of course. She hadn't thought of the implications of his question at first, but was now beginning to get genuinely afraid.

"You know, I've seen you around here" he said, while leaning back against the door. "I'm sure you've seen me too. Well, not really sure, as I don't think you've ever so much as acknowledged my existence, but it seems pretty unlikely that you've never seen me."

"I'm sorry?" she offered. She knew he was right, she had seen him around but had never spoken to him. She hadn't done so to be rude, but Jessica was a very shy girl, and it really just hadn't occurred to her.

"Now, some guys, they'd probably get offended by that" he continued on. "They'd probably think that you're just some stuck-up cunt who thinks she's too good to lower herself to speak to someone like me. But I don't think that's it. I bet that you're just nervous; after all, it can be scary to live alone. I lived alone when I was your age, you know. I remember how it was."

"Look, I really am sorry" she spat out, hoping that was what he needed to hear in order to get out of her way. Unfortunately, he showed no signs of moving. In fact, he didn't show any visible reaction to her apology at all.

"Yeah, when I was your age... Would have been really nice if I had someone a little older to help me out a bit, guide me through some stuff" he pondered aloud. "I think I could do that for you. Give you some pointers, keep you out of trouble. Make sure you don't do anything stupid, you know? For example, you're in public area right now, and you're wearing nothing but a towel. What's up with that?"

"Erm, well, I'm doing my laundry, and I kinda thought no one would come down here. So I kinda thought I could wash the clothes I was wearing too?" she explained nervously, hoping that some brief cooperation would lead to him moving out of her way.

He shot her a condescending smile, looking down at the poor girl. "Well, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about right here. You're young, and probably don't realize it, but towels need to be washed too. See, I'm looking out for you. Don't want your towels to be all gross. The good news though is that you just started the machine, so it's not too late. Let's throw that towel in there."

Jessica's mind was about to explode. "Of course I realize you have to wash towels!" she wanted to scream at him, but she didn't have the courage to. "I can't" was all she could muster up.

"And why is that, 1B?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to her state of distress.

"I just can't!" she spat out, nearly crying. She had meant to sound empowered and strong, but had failed miserably. Instead, she just sounded like what she was: a frightened little girl in a dangerous place.

"Now, 1B, this isn't going to work if you don't cooperate" he chortled out with a cocky tone. "When I ask you why you can't do something, you need to give me an honest answer. All you did was restate that you can't, and that really just doesn't tell me anything at all. I'm trying to help you out here, you know? Believe me, 1B, you want me in helping mode here. You don't want me to be disappointed with you, and you certainly don't want me getting frustrated and angry."

"Okay, look, I'm sorry" she offered, nearly in tears. "I'm not wearing anything underneath the towel, so I can't wash it now. Okay?"

"Well gee, thanks 1B" he answered, his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. "I sure couldn't have figured that one out on my own, and I'm glad you warned me, as seeing a naked girl would just be ever so terrible. But hey, you know what, 1B? I think I'll manage. Believe it or not, I actually have some idea what a naked woman looks like -- in fact, I've actually seen naked women before! Mind-blowing, huh? So yeah, great news, I'm willing to tolerate your nudity. Now, let's get that towel in there."

Jessica looked the older man straight in the eye, and summoned up all the strength that she could. Trying her best to sound defiant, she almost shouted at him: "No."

Clearly unimpressed with her attempt at defiance, he shot her another condescending grin, took a step forward, and slapped her hard across the face with an open hand. Jessica fell to the ground, mind in full-on panic mode. Her face hurt, but that was the least of her problems. She was terrified, now unable to tell herself that everything was going to be okay. To make matters worse, her body was rebelling against her mind -- always a bit of a masochist, Jessica was turned on by pain; even in situations that were completely non-sexual.

Calmly, he knelt down beside her to help her up. "You know, 1B, I didn't enjoy that" he said, sounding tremendously patronizing. "You should never hit a girl, really. It's just not right. But the thing is, you didn't really give me options, you know? I'm willing to make some sacrifices here, like I said, I'm even willing to see you naked. That's okay. But asking me to tolerate back-talk is just too much. I hope you realize that what you did was wrong, I really do. But don't be too hard on yourself. Sure, you disappointed me, but I forgive you, as I'm certain that you'll try harder in the future."

Once on her feet, his left hand quickly moved to the back of her head. He ran his fingers up through her hair, and then gripped down. Though not hard enough to hurt in any serious way, it was clear to Jessica that he was in complete control. He walked her over to the washing machine, and jerked back, just a little, on her hair; as if it was a leash and he was merely giving the stop signal. "Please don't make me tell you about the towel again" he warned her.

Jessica was in emotional overload. She was terrified for her safety, which seemed less and less safe with every passing moment. Her face still hurt from the slap. She felt more powerless than ever before in her life. Completely against her will, though, she was deeply turned on. The pain, the degradation, the complete control that this strange man had over her; all played into fetishes that Jessica had always kept secret. Though she did not want to be aroused, she couldn't help herself.

She removed the towel, and quickly covered her bare breasts with her right arm, hoping desperately to retain some dignity. After placing the towel in the machine and closing the lid, she looked to him sheepishly, hoping that having obeyed his order he would now let her go.

"See, now that's a good girl!" he said, while patting her on her head as if she were a dog. "Now, it's going to be a while before that machine is done, so let's have a seat and get to know one another."

Unceremoniously, he led her towards the couch by her hair. A few feet away from the couch, he tugged, giving her another stop command. Confused, she looked up at him.

"Now see, we have another problem" he explained. "You told me that you were naked under there, what the fuck is this?" he demanded, gesturing at the frightened girl's panties. He raised his free hand up again, as if to strike her.

"I'm sorry!" Jessica blurted out, bracing herself for the impact. "I didn't know and I mean I knew but I didn't think I had to tell you" she babbled on, tears now visibly streaming down her face as the emotional overload took its toll.

He didn't strike her, though. Instead, he pulled her in, and again, gently patted her head. "There, there" he comforted her. "You made a mistake, and that's okay. Again, I'm a little disappointed, but I forgive you. We can fix this, anyway. You told me you were naked under there, and that was a lie, but we can make it true. Lose the panties."

Terrified and in tears, Jessica blindly obeyed; sliding the panties off and hoping that he wouldn't notice the obvious wet spot in the crotch. He immediately kicked them aside, as she attempted to cover her crotch with her left hand while covering her breasts with her right. Satisfied that the panties were off, he roughly shoved her towards the couch, and instructed her to sit.

Jessica sat down and immediately crossed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to cover her nudity. Calmly, he sat down beside her, seemingly oblivious to the obvious terror the girl was experiencing.

"So, 1B. Tell me about yourself" he instructed. His voice was almost excessively calm, giving no hints that this was anything more than just two neighbors getting acquainted.

"I, uhm, I, I don't know" she stammered. The seemingly simple question proved impossible for her in her current state. He may as well have asked her to recite the Declaration of Independance. In Sumerian. Backwards.

"Aww, poor girl" he laughed out, condescendingly. "It's not that tough a question, but I guess some people have difficulty talking about themselves. I'll tell you what, how about instead, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer me honestly?"

"I guess that's okay" she timidly consented.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed, sounding almost impressed with her obedience. "Let's see. Oh, I know! When you removed your towel, I couldn't but catch a glance of your bare tits. They're not bad, by the way. Little on the small side, but that's okay. Anyway, it looked like there was something metal on your nipples, but I couldn't really tell. What's up with that?"

"My nipple rings?" she responded, mortified. She had pierced them over two years ago, briefly after her 18th birthday. At the time, it felt to her like she was being brave, making an adult decision and claiming her sexuality as her own. Now, she felt only shame over the decision.

"Is that so?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Let me see." Without giving her time to respond, he grabbed her forearms and effortlessly pulled them to the sides, exposing the terrified girl's breasts. She struggled briefly as he quietly giggled, clearly amused by her failed attempt to resist. After a few seconds of struggling, she gave up. He released her arms, but shot her a look of warning; making it very clear to her that she was to keep her arms at her side.

"You know, 1B, it's funny" he mused. "When I was younger, it seemed like good girls could have their ears pierced, or they could leave them unpierced. Rebellious girls might get their nose pierced, but that was about it. Only one type of girl would actually pierce her nipples, though. Do you know what type of girl that was?"

Jessica couldn't answer. Her mind was overrun by the burning desire to cover her breasts again, combined with the overwhelming fear of what he'd do to her if she did. She attempted to say something, anything at all, but all that came out was gibberish.

While Jessica tried to answer, the man unceremoniously touched her left nipple ring, sending involuntary chills down Jessica's spine. He toyed with it for a second, then crudely groped her entire breast in his hand, squeezing.

"I guess not" he said, sounding disappointed at her inability to answer. "I'll tell you though. The only type of girl who would get her nipples pierced was a slut. See, when a girl puts jewelry on her ears, she just wants to look pretty. When she puts jewelry in her nose, she just wants to get attention. But when a girl puts jewelry on her tits, well, she's basically announcing to the world that that is what she's for. Having her tits stared at. Getting fucked. Now, I can see that you're uncomfortable hearing this, but it's okay. The world needs sluts. The world needs women it can just use; grab their tits, fuck their holes, dump some cum and leave. We can't use normal girls like that, as they deserve respect. And that's where your kind comes into the picture. So you see, I'm not mad at you. I'm not even disappointed."

His implication that she was just a common slut was just too much. Unable to restrain herself, Jessica pushed his hand away and again covered her exposed breasts with her arms, hunched forward, and began to sob tears of shame.

"I didn't say you could cover your tits, 1B" he calmly stated. "Sit back up, put your arms at your side. Now."

"I can't!" she protested. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry but I just can't do it!"

"Poor girl" he comforted her, sounding as if he were talking to a child. He stroked her hair gently for a moment, and then grabbed her by the hair violently and pulled her across his lap, face down. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down against her back with a single hand.

Though still calm, his voice was filled with disappointment. "Unfortunately, I think that you just told another lie when you said that you couldn't. I know that I let you off with a warning the last time you lied, but this time, I don't think that I can. Even sluts need to be honest, you know. I won't enjoy this, but we need you to understand that it's never okay to lie."

"So, here's the deal" he explained. "I'm going to spank you. Not gently, either, because it's very important that you learn this lesson. After each spanking, I expect you to tell me that you know it's not okay to lie. Once I feel that you really understand that, I'll release you, and you can sit back up. Arms at your side, back straight up, of course. Do you understand?"

"Oh god, please no!" she cried. She struggled, but he was just too strong. Laughing at her resistance, he raised his hand up and brought it down hard on her naked ass, resulting in an extremely audible "whack".

He wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't be gentle. Jessica was shocked at how hard he had hit her, much harder than he had slapped her face. Even so, the pain of the spanking wasn't nearly as bad as the humiliation she felt; lying naked on a strange man's lap, being disciplined as if she were no more than a disobedient child.

"Well, 1B?" he inquired impatiently.

"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she blurted out, terrified and in tears.

"Nah, I just don't buy it" he stated, as if nothing was abnormal about the situation they were in at all. "I mean, if you were really sorry, I don't think I'd have needed to prompt you for an answer." Raising up his free hand he spanked her again, just as hard as the first time.

"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she forced out immediately, hoping that a prompt reply would save her from additional punishment.

"Better, but still missing something" he answered, sounding almost bored. He spanked her again, this time even harder.

"Oh god please stop I'm so sorry I lied I'll never lie again I swear to god!" she cried. The pain was now significant; she could feel the blood rushing to where she had been struck and knew that there would be a bruise.

"Much better, 1B" he laughed. "See, even the stupidest slut can learn, when properly motivated. I now believe that you understand that what you did was wrong, but I just need to do one little thing to make sure that you don't forget." While laughing, he spanked her rapidly for what felt like eternity.

As soon as she felt that she could no longer take it, he released her without saying anything. Timidly, she crawled up off his lap and took a seat, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her ass and sit up straight.

"You know, 1B," he calmly explained, "it really looks like you're tempted to cover those little slut tits of yours again. Let's make this a little easier for you to resist, I want you reach behind your back and grab your wrists."




Laundry



Afraid to disobey, Jessica did as she was told, and forced herself to sit up straight. Her ass hurt terribly from the spanking, she was terrified, and yet, completely against her will she felt more aroused sexually than she had ever been.

"Somehow I doubt that you have the $1.25 you're going to need for the dryer. I mean, no need to check your pockets or anything" he joked. "That's going to be a problem when the machine is done. See, the washing machine only washes your clothes, it doesn't actually dry them. Fortunately, if I'm not mistaken, apartment 1B is right across the hallway. We can go back to your apartment to get the change, so that way, we'll be ready."

"That's okay, you don't need to come with" Jessica blurted out, hoping for a chance to escape.

Laughing, he grabbed her by her hair again, and pulled her to her feet. "Now, that's just silly a silly idea" he answered. "I can't just let you go on your own, you're naked and in public. It just isn't safe. After all, there're some very bad men out there, and they might try to take advantage of you in your current state. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Forcing her to walk a few steps ahead of him, he looked at the marks he had left on her ass. "You know, 1B," he commented, "You have a pretty nice ass. Granted, it's a bit chubby, but you know what they say: the bigger the cushion the better the pushin'."

"Uhm, thank you?" she offered, unsure of how to react but not wanting to make him angry. She was painfully aware that he was staring at her ass, and felt terribly uncomfortable about it; but had no way to make him stop.

"Good girl, you should always thank me when I compliment you, even if it is on something like your fat ass." he laughed. "Tell me, 1B. Have you ever gotten fucked in that fat ass of yours?"

"No, that's disgusting!" Jessica protested, crying softly. It was true. She had always been afraid of anal, and aside from one boyfriend who attempted briefly to sneak a finger, had never even experimented.

Now across the hall, Jessica opened the still unlocked door to her apartment and entered, the man immediately behind her. The sense of safety that she used to feel when coming home was perversely reversed, somehow she felt even more vulnerable than she had in the laundry room. He closed the door behind them, and she tried to walk towards the desk where she had the change, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he made her stand still, all the while staring at his handiwork on her bruised ass.

"It's a shame, really" he stated, his voice dripping with disappointment. "See, good girls have one hole -- a vagina, which they use to make love to their husbands. Sluts, though, they have three. They're not for making love, of course, and they're certainly not limited to marriage. Really, anyone can use them, at any time, for any reason. But I digress. Tell me, 1B. Have your other two holes been fucked?"

Jessica was shocked by the crass way he spoke about her sex life, but still remembered how much the spanking had hurt. Knowing that she had to answer, she let out a timid "yes", hoping that it would be enough.

"I think I'd like a more elaborate answer, 1B" he said with a disapproving frown in his voice. "Complete sentences, and all, so that I know you understand. Which hole, what was it fucked with, how often, how many guys or girls, et cetera. And I don't want to make you nervous, but you're trying my patience right now. I wouldn't want to have to correct you again."

"Jesus, please don't!" Jessica begged, terrified at the idea of another beating. "I've had my mouth fucked with penises, by six different guys. Never any girls, though. I've taken three men's penises, fingers, and tongues in my vagina. I don't know how many times, though. Maybe 50? I really don't know, please don't hit me."

"Haha, that's a good one" he laughed, as if she had made a joke. "You've had 'penises' in your 'vagina?' Please. Respectable, nice women have vaginas. What you have is a cunt. Or a fuck hole. A pussy, a cock holster, whatever -- but not a vagina. Now try again, but please, no more joking around."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" she blurted out, now truly panicked that she was going to be punished again. "I've had my cunt fucked by three men. They used their cocks, their fingers, and their tongue. Please don't hit me, I'm trying as hard as I can to be good!"

"Poor girl, you're really scared, huh?" he asked. "Calm down now, I promise that I'll never hit you unless you leave me no other option. I don't like hitting you, you know, but I'm willing to make sacrifices for your own good."

"Sadly, we do have a problem" he continued on. "Your answer was good enough, but the thing is, it's like I said: sluts have three holes. Now, we know of course that you're a slut. I mean, you have pierced nipples, you call your vagina a cunt, hell, you've even let three guys use it as they please -- possibly at the same time for all I know. Thing is, a slut that only uses two of its holes is really only two thirds as useful as it could be. Sluts need three holes. Sometimes guys just get bored fucking the same hole, and want to switch it up. Sometimes the hole they're in just feels too loose. Hell, sometimes, as I suspect may soon be the case for you, they just don't feel like waiting in line."

"I have good news, though. I'm here to help you, like I said. I can see that you're in pain, I can see how ashamed you are to be only 2/3rds the slut that you could be. So, I'm willing to make another sacrifice. Before this night is over, I promise to take the time to fuck you, right in your little slut asshole. But don't worry, I'm not going to just crudely pump and dump in your ass. I'll take my time, make sure that you're ready, and just for good measure I plan to fuck your other two holes first. You know that I'm telling you the truth, don't you?"

"I do" she sobbed out. It was now impossible to ignore the reality. She was standing completely naked in her own home, overpowered by a man whose name she didn't even know. He had informed her that he planned to rape her and take her anal virginity, and she had no reason to doubt his word.

"I'm glad you understand, slut" he answered. "You probably should have thanked me too, but I'm going to let that slide. For now, at least. Still, when a man offers to break in fuck holes that are sloppy as yours most likely are, you should probably show some fucking gratitude, you know. Now let's take a look around."

Giving her head a push, he walked her past the desk into the kitchen area. On the counter he spotted a small package of rope. Picking it up, he gave her a somewhat knowing, somewhat disappointed look. Jessica wanted to explain that it wasn't anything dirty, she had bought it so that she could put up a clothesline in her kitchen so she could save money on the dryer; but she realized he probably wouldn't believe her, or even care.

Taking the rope with him, he turned her around and led her straight to her bed on the opposite side of the small studio apartment. Without asking permission he opened the night stand drawer, finding what he most likely expected to find -- a small, bright green vibrator, about 3 inches long. Laughing at her, he placed the vibrator in his pocket. He picked up her purse, which she had left next to her bed, and dumped its contents on the bed. Eyeing a small tube of Vaseline that Jessica had for her lips, he again laughed at her and picked it up. "Well, guess there's really no question that you are indeed a true slut" he taunted her.

"It occurs to me, that this is actually terribly rude of me" he sighed. "Here we are, abandoning your clothes and just hoping that no one steals them, for what? $1.25? I am truly sorry, slut, I should just loan it to you. I'm sure that I can trust you to pay me back. After all, I do know where you live, and believe me, you'll be seeing a lot of me in the future."

As he led her back towards the door, Jessica's mind raced. She still hadn't completely processed the idea that she was nude, vulnerable, and about to be raped. She had no idea what he was planning to do with the rope, vibrator, and lubrication that he had taken from her; but she knew it wasn't good. On top of that, she realized that he pretty much just told her that he'd be raping her again in the future, and again she had no reason to doubt him.

Now at her apartment door, Jessica panicked a little inside. Though she realized that she was already in the worst-case scenario, she couldn't help thinking that she was still naked and about to be forced out of her apartment, into a public place. She wanted to hesitate, but he would not allow it, crudely pushing her through the door and dragging the frightened, crying girl back into the laundry room, releasing her hair only once she was again seated on the couch. Strangely, Jessica was most concerned with the laundry room door, which he had left open. Despite all that was happening, she was still afraid that someone would walk by and see her.

"You cross your legs so tightly when we sit down" he observed. "It's almost like you really, really have to piss. Is that what it is, slut? Do I need to take you to go potty?"

"No, I'm sorry" she whimpered. "I'm just embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?!" he laughed. "You're a slut! Sluts should never be embarrassed by their fuck holes. Hell, that's pretty much all you are, three fuck holes and a body to keep them warm enough to use. A good slut never crosses her legs, as doing so would only cost the men around her valuable seconds that could be spent dumping sperm in her. So, let's stop playing games now. We both know what you are, and I think it's time you started acting like it. In fact, pretending you're not a slut by crossing your legs is dangerously close to lying, and I would hope that you remember how I feel about lying."

Accepting her fate, Jessica did as she was told and uncrossed her legs, even managing to move them apart an inch or two. Not yet satisfied, though, the man reached over and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs open as far as they would go and boldly exposing Jessica's obviously wet vagina. Aware that her arousal was now plainly visible to the man, Jessica began to cry again in humiliation -- but did not dare attempt to close her legs from the lewd pose he had put her in.

"Well, that's strange" he commented. Jessica braced herself for a comment about her visible wetness. "Your tits are a little small, but it's obvious that you've been through puberty. Just the same, I don't see any hair on that little cunt of yours. Where's your cunt hair, whore?"

Though relieved that he hadn't commented on her sexual arousal, Jessica wasn't happy about the question. Just the same, she realized that she had to answer. "I, uhm, shave it?" she offered.

"Ah, of course!" he exclaimed. "That makes sense. Pubic hair can be a magnet for cum, and I'd imagine a slut like you probably expects more than a little cum to be dumped in that general area. Good thinking, slut."

"Thank you" she timidly replied.

"Hold still a minute, I want to get some pictures real fast" he stated matter-of-factly.

"Please no" she began to protest, but was silenced by an irritated look from him. He got up, pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and aimed it at her. Seconds later, an audible shutter sound came from the phone as Jessica wept.

"No, that won't do at all" he growled. "You're a slut, showing off your most important part. You should be happy to have me paying attention to such a worthless cunt, and yet, you look almost sad. Let's try it again, but this time, I want you to smile. If you don't smile, I'm going to have to assume that you think you can get away with lying to me by pretending you're not just some dumb slut."

Jessica forced out a half-assed smile. After a disapproving look from the man, she realized it wasn't good enough, and tried harder. The camera made the shutter sound again.

"Much better" he announced. "Here, let me show you."

Sitting back down, he held his cell phone in front of Jessica. The phone's low-resolution camera had worked against her. As near as she could tell in the picture, her smile actually looked genuine. Maddeningly, the camera didn't seem to pick up the tears streaming down her face -- and yet somehow, it showed the inflammation in her sex. Jessica was disgusted with herself, the picture showed her as precisely what he had claimed she was: a filthy, depraved slut. Involuntarily, her knees began to inch closer together from the shame.

Noticing this, he shot her a warning look. "My poor slut," he said, "you seem to be dangerously close to closing your legs. I don't want to have to punish you for lying again, you know."

Grabbing her again by her hair, he forced her to her feet and walked her to the coffee table mere feet in front of the couch. "Straddle this, slut" he ordered.

Reluctantly, Jessica climbed onto the coffee table. As soon as her chest touched the cold wood, he roughly pulled her back a couple inches and he lashed her left knee to the table's leg with the rope he had taken from her apartment. As he repeated the process for her right knee, she realized just how vulnerable she was about to be and attempted to sit up. Laughing, he pushed down on her back, forcing her back into the table, and grabbed her left arm, tying it too to one of the table's legs. Accepting her fate, she offered no resistance as he tied her right arm down.

"See, now isn't that better?" he asked mockingly. "Now you won't have to waste your limited brain power on keeping your fuck hole available. I know, I know. I spoil you."

"Thank you" she choked out.

"Now, I didn't want to say anything earlier, as I obviously wouldn't want to embarrass you, but is there something wrong with your cunt? It looks like it's just totally drenched." Crudely, he groped her cunt and let out a hearty laugh. "Jesus Christ, did you piss yourself or something? I've been with sluts before, but I really don't think I've ever seen one this fucking wet."

Paralyzed with humiliation, Jessica was unable to answer. Instead, she quietly sobbed to herself, wishing that her body would cooperate with her instead of him, wishing she wasn't more turned on than she could remember ever being before.

Still laughing to himself, he pushed a finger in. Finding no resistance, he removed the finger, and pushed in two. Clearly amused, he pulled out the fingers and held them in front of the frightened girl's face; showing her how they glistened with her cum.

"So, I have good news, slut. You probably haven't figured it out by now, but I was actually planning on raping your cunt now. Thing is, seeing how wet it is, I don't think I can rape you."

"Really?!" Jessica exclaimed. She hadn't expected it to be over so quickly, but was thrilled at the possibility that it might be. In her mind she was already playing out the idea of being untied, running back to her apartment, pretending that none of this had happened.

"Really, slut" he answered. "I mean, there's no way that fucking a cunt that is this wet could be considered rape. If anything, it would be cruel to you to not fuck it. In fact, I think I need to get a picture of this, just so if you try to cry rape I can demonstrate that you really were asking for it."

Seconds later, Jessica heard the same shutter sound she had heard earlier, coming from right between her legs. Seconds after that, she heard the sound of a zipper, followed by pants dropping to the floor. Devastated by the realization that he had no intention of letting her go just yet, she continued sobbing to herself.

The man grabbed her hair again, in a way that had sickeningly become almost familiar to her by now. "I'd tell you to brace yourself, slut," he growled, "but with a cunt that wet I don't think it will be necessary." In one brutal move he jerked back on her hair while thrusting his cock into her as deep as he could.

Jessica let out a yelp of pain. To her surprise, the pain was from her hair being pulled -- not the brutal rape she was experiencing. Disgusted with her body's compliance she found herself moaning quietly as he roughly thrust in and out of her. Horrified, she realized that if he continued she would be unable to prevent herself from orgasming.

"Please stop" she begged between moans.

"Stop? You can't even stop yourself from moaning, and you want me to stop?" he taunted her. "Oh, I think I understand. You're concerned for me, aren't you? Aww, such a compassionate little fuck toy. I can tell what you're thinking. You're thinking, this poor man, having to fuck such a slimy, disgusting hole. And you know what? You're right. It is disgusting. It's like fucking a waterslide. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not too loose, but really. With each thrust, I can just feel my cock being coated in yet another layer of your slime. And really, who is going to clean that off? But I told you I was willing to make sacrifices for you, and I meant it. So yeah, fucking this slime puddle is pretty fucking disgusting, and in a way, you're pretty fucking disgusting too; but it's okay. I'll forgive you."

"Oh god, you don't understand!" she protested. "I'm going to cum! Please, please stop! I'll do anything you want!"

"Well, of course you're going to cum. That's what sluts do when they get fucked. It doesn't matter if it's someone who cares about them, a stranger, hell, you'd probably even cum if you were being raped by a dog. In your little slut brain, you just don't have the mental power to process any of this -- all you know is that your hole is getting fucked, and you're happy to have it fucked. Really the problem here is that you keep trying to fight your nature. Now, I told you, there are decent, respectable women out there, who work hard for that respect. That's not you. You don't deserve respect, as your leaky cunt clearly shows. See, your role isn't to be respected, it's to be fucked, by anyone willing. And when you fulfill your destiny, and get a cock, or a tongue, or a strap on, or really anything in you, your body rewards you. And that's where our problem is, because you just don't understand. The fact that you are going to cum from being raped by a stranger who's a decade older than you isn't your problem, it's your definition."

That was all it took. Unable to hold herself back, Jessica experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. Realizing that hiding it was futile, she moaned loudly. As her cunt walls quivered he thrust as deep as possible into her, pulled her hair back, and help her in that position while her orgasm rocked through her body.

"Good slut!" he laughed. "I'm glad you finally realized that being fucked to orgasm is what you're for, and I'm happy that we can put your problem behind us. Sadly, there's still my little problem, though. As I said, my cock has been getting coated in your filthy whore juices, and someone is going to have to clean it off."

He withdrew his still erect penis from her and walked around the table, crudely shoving it in her face. Jessica saw that he was being truthful, his dick gleamed with her cum. Unable to ignore the smell of her own sex, Jessica was mortified. She hated all cum, even her own. She had always made her boyfriends wear condoms, and never engaged in oral sex after any type of sexual intercourse. In fact, she had never tasted herself before, and yet here was this cock in her face, that he clearly expected her to suck.

Clearly disappointed by her hesitation, he slapped her across the face -- not too hard, but hard enough to remind her that she was at his mercy. Stunned, Jessica looked up at him, her mouth open. Taking quick advantage of this, he rammed his fingers into her mouth, prying her jaw. Once her jaw was open, he thrust his cock into her throat with the same lack of gentleness he had used on her cunt.





Laundry



"I'm sure that I don't have to tell you this, slut," he explained, "but if I so much as feel a tooth, I'll be removing all your teeth myself, and I promise you that you won't cum from that."

Having made the threat, he removed his fingers, burying his cock deep in her throat and gagging her. The acrid taste of her own juices was both nauseating and somehow intensely erotic to Jessica. In horror she watched as he gently pinched her nose shut, cutting off her only access to air. She attempted to look up and plead with her eyes while making distressed grunts, but he only laughed.

"What's the matter, slut?" he mockingly asked. "You look almost unhappy, and that just doesn't make any sense. You've got a dick in you -- yeah, maybe it's not your favorite hole, but a dumb cunt like you can't really be too picky anyway."

"I can't breathe!" she tried to scream, but was muffled by the stranger's cock in her mouth.

"Moy gant broove?" he asked, feigning ignorance to her predicament. "Slut, I don't even know what language that is, but I'm sure that I don't speak it. Now tell me, what's wrong?"

Again she tried to tell him, tears streaming down her face. Again, he claimed to be ignorant to her problem. Jessica was now feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation, and needed fresh air desperately.

Laughing, he removed his cock. "I'm just kidding, slut he explained jokingly. I know that you can't breathe, but you need to learn to trust me. I wouldn't actually suffocate you -- if I did, your holes would go bad. Granted, they're pretty lousy holes, but you know, waste not, want not. Incidentally, just because I've removed my cock does not mean that you should stop worshipping it."

Taking the hint, Jessica opened her mouth and kissed the tip of the strange man's erect penis. She could still taste and smell her cunt juices, but knew better than to complain.

"Wow, slut," he commented, "you must really love the taste of cunt -- even if it's your own. I can see how much you love this, I really can. It's amazing, really, you claimed that you have never been used by a woman, and yet, here you are, gorging yourself of cunt slime coated cock. "

""

"So, there is a lesson here" he continued, punctuating his sentences with painful thrusts down her throat. "As a slut, you don't have the right to refuse any attention to your holes. I don't know why you've made yourself unavailable to women, but that's going to change. You clearly love the taste of cunt, so whether or not you consider yourself a twat-sucking dyke is irrelevant. From now on, you're going to accept any attention that anyone shows your holes -- doesn't matter if they're male or female, young or old, whatever. You're going to offer them whatever they want, and you're going to be grateful for it."

As he fucked her face while lecturing her, he pulled out his cell phone again. After pressing a few buttons he showed it to her. On the screen, she could make out a video playing. She recognized her own naked body tied to the table, and watched as the man on the screen raped it mercilessly. Horrified, she realized there was audio. Disgusted with herself, she was unable to ignore the sounds of her own orgasm coming from the man's phone.

"I thought you'd like that, whore" he explained. "See, I took a little video of the good time you had, just for fun. I can see you crying, and I think I know why. You're afraid that being on a phone, it's probably going to get deleted. Well, don't worry, slut. It may be deleted from the phone, but not before I show everyone in the building who is interested -- after all, I think they should have the right to know what kind of a filthy whore lives in their basement. I'll be uploading it to the Internet, too, just to make sure that it never really goes away."

Removing his cock from the crying girl's throat, he walked back to the couch and picked up the small tube of Vaseline that had fallen out of his pocket. As Jessica watched, painfully unable to stop him, he returned to her and squirted a generous amount into her vulnerable anus.

"God, please, not that! Please sir, anything but that!" she pleaded.

"I'd love to spare you this," he explained, "but I told you that I was going to help you, and I'm going to help you. A two-holed slut is worthless, and I think you realize that. You might not believe me, but I know that you can be more. I know you can reach your full potential, and for you, that means having three fuckable holes."

As he explained himself, he began massaging the lubrication into her asshole -- first with one finger, then two. "Now, I know this is scary for you, but I'm going to walk you through it. Right now, I'm finger fucking your asshole. You feel that, don't you?"

"I do" she quietly sobbed.

"I'm finger fucking your asshole for a reason, though. I need to loosen it up a little, just enough that I can fit that vibrator of yours in there. Once I can do that, I'm going to fuck you with it -- gently at first, but gradually harder. It's funny, really. You'll technically be losing your anal virginity to a goddamned piece of plastic, a toy. Even by the obviously low standards we have for sluts, that's pretty fucking pathetic. Of course, I'll only be butt-fucking you with the toy to loosen you up. Do you know what I'm loosening you up for, slut?"

"I do" she sobbed again.

"Prove it. Tell me, slut" he challenged.

"You're loosening me up because you're going to fuck me in the ass. Please don't? Please?" she cried.

"Silly slut, do you really think that will work?" he asked. Believing she was ready for the vibrator, he removed his fingers and pulled the vibrator out of his pocket. Aiming it at the opening, he applied slow, firm pressure, and watched as it gradually slid into her.

"No, but please? I swear to god, I'll do anything. Just fuck my cunt some more, okay? Please?"

Laughing, he ignored her feeble attempt to bargain. The vibrator now fully in her asshole, he removed pressure, and watched as it slid back out. When only an inch or so remained in the girl, he pushed it back in -- just a little faster than the last time.

Pain and humiliation coursed through Jessica's body, but to her horror, there was something else there as well. Pleasure. As the pain gradually subsided, she felt actual pleasure from her violation, which only compounded her humiliation. Disgusted with herself, she began to realize that having her ass fucked, even with a toy, was something she actually enjoyed.

By now, the toy was going in and out rather quickly. Satisfied with the progress he had made, he squirted more Vaseline into her asshole, fucking it in with the toy, and a little on his own penis. Feeling that she was ready, he removed the toy and placed the head of his cock at the opening of her asshole, and gently pushed it in.

The brief pleasure was immediately replaced with immense pain. Though his cock was by no means abnormally large, it was significantly thicker than the toy she had been fucked with. Jessica let out a visceral groan.

Although he did not remove his cock, he did pause to give her time to adjust, still keeping a small amount of pressure on. He had time, and wanted to make this last.

As the cock gradually slid deeper and deeper into her, Jessica lost her ability to protest verbally. She could only moan in pain and humiliation as each inch slid into her formerly virgin asshole. Once it was in all the way, he collapsed on top of her.

"Guess what, slut?" he chided. "My cock is all the way in your ass. You are now officially getting ass fucked! Did you know that?"

"Please just take it out" she begged.

Rather than take it out, he slapped her on the back of her head. "You didn't answer my question, slut" he explained.

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm being ass fucked! I have your giant cock up my asshole, and it's fucking me! There, I said it! Please stop now? Please?"

Laughing at her cries, he began to fuck her. Slowly, but hard enough to make her aware that she was, in fact, going to be getting legitimately fucked in her asshole.

"Now, I know this is your first time, so I want to make this a good experience for you" he explained. "Communication here is key; I need to know if you want me to go faster or slower. So, what we're going to do is use a simple code. If you want me to fuck your asshole harder, just say 'slower', or something along those lines. I doubt it will come up with a whore like you, but if for whatever reason you want me to fuck your asshole softer, just say 'Please fuck my dirty little shit hole harder, sir.'"

As the girl cried, he decided to give her a reason to communicate. He slowly slid his cock out of her asshole, until only the head was still inside; and then thrust it in, hard. As she yelped in pain and struggled helplessly against the ropes that bound her to the table, he could only laugh at her.

"Oh god!" she cried. "It hurts so bad! Please slow down!"

"Slower, huh?" he inquired. "Well, I know what that is code for."

As he began to fuck her ass in earnest, she remembered the cruel joke of a code that he had just explained. She knew it was likely a trap, but had to try it. "Please sir fuck my dirty little shit hole harder?" she cried out, ashamed and humiliated.

"What was that, slut? I didn't hear you. Gotta speak up if you wanna be heard, you know?" he replied.

"Please sir fuck my dirty shit hole harder please!" she cried, louder this time.

"God, you really are a slut!" he laughed. "Wasn't but half an hour ago that you were swearing that getting ass fucked is disgusting, and now look at you! Outright begging for it! You know, I still care about you, but I do have to let you know something. You disgust me. I mean, really. Now, I don't mind using you as a cum dumpster or anything, but come on. Sluts like you give women a bad name. Look at you. Cunt dripping, getting fucked in all three holes by a man she just met, begging for a hard ass fuck? It's really just gross."

As he continued to fuck her asshole, Jessica came to realize that the same thing that had happened with the toy was now happening with his cock -- the pain was leaving, being replaced with pleasure. Just as she had been unable to stop herself from quietly moaning earlier during her vaginal rape, she was unable to keep quiet now as well. Terrified, she realized that if he kept this up, she would orgasm yet again.

"Oh god, you have to stop now!" she pleaded.

"I'm pretty sure I don't" he answered sneeringly.

"You don't understand! Just please stop? Finish in my cunt, my mouth, I don't care. But you need to stop!"

"I don't understand?" he asked. "What exactly is it that I don't understand, slut? That you're going to cum? Of course you're going to cum. We had this talk. I'm using you as you're meant to be used, so your body is rewarding you. It knows you're nothing but a life support system for three holes, which is funny, really, cause you don't. Hell, your cunt, your asshole, and mouth -- none of them have their own brain, and yet, they seem to be smarter than you, you dumb bitch."

"So, yeah, I think I do understand. I understand that you're a fucking slut. You know who doesn't understand, though? You. You don't understand the sacrifices that I'm making, fucking a disgusting little piggy like you. You think I like to be buried up to my balls in your ass? You think I like bathing my cock in your cunt slime? No! But I make sacrifices -- sacrifices that you just don't seem to appreciate. I told you earlier about thanking me earlier, and you seem to have just ignored it. Well, maybe that's my fault, because I didn't correct you, but it's stopping now. You will thank me after each sacrifice I make for you, or you will be punished."

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Jessica gave in to her orgasm. Seeing the helpless girl cum like that, hearing her moans was enough to push the man over the edge as well. He pulled his cock out, aimed it at her gaping asshole, and blew a load of semen right into it.

Exhausted, he pulled his pants back up and sat back down on the couch, leaving the quivering mass of flesh that was Jessica tied to the table. He admired his own handiwork. Bright red bruises covered her buttocks, tears streamed down her face, and looking at her nether region you could easily tell that both holes had been thoroughly used.

"I just warned you about it, too" he said sadly. Remembering his lecture, she cried out a quick thank you, but he seemed unmoved by it.

"Too little, too late. It's too bad, too" he mused. "Hate to have to punish such an accessible slut, but it's for your own good. I'll be right back."

"

Jessica watched as the man left the room. Terrified, she considered screaming for help, but decided not to. The odds were, no one would hear her cries except him anyway, and she knew it would be a bad idea to further provoke him.

After what felt like an eternity he returned, a brown paper grocery bag in hand. He picked up her discarded panties and knelt down next to Jessica's face.

In horror she watched as he balled up the panties, making sure that the inside of the crotch was on the outside, and forced them into her mouth. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a roll of silver duct tape, which he wrapped around her head, locking the panties in her mouth.

Next out of the bag was a small glass mason jar. Unable to protest with the gag in, she could only watch as he attached a blank white label to it, and pulled out a permanent marker. Quietly laughing to himself, he wrote the word "Tips" on the label, dotting the "i" with a heart.

He removed a piece of black cloth from the bag next, and wrapped it around her head, this time covering her eyes. Unable to see anything, she heard the rip of duct tape, as he wrapped over the cloth, keeping the makeshift blindfold in place. Hearing more duct tape, she felt him reinforce the rope that bound her limbs.

Now unable to move, speak, or see, she could only hear and feel. What she felt next was the marker on her back. Trying to concentrate, she attempted to figure out what he was writing on her skin, but was unable to. Once he finished on her back, she felt the marker one more time -- a single vertical line drawn on her left buttock.

Utterly defeated, she sobbed as she heard him stand up. She felt him pat her on her head, laughing, and saying "Trust me, this is for your own good." Finally, she heard the sound of coins being tossed into a glass jar next to her head, followed by the sound of his footsteps walking away.



Laundry



I'm a salesman and as I travel around I've learnt a few tricks that save me the odd dollar here and there. Take motels, for instance. They generally have a common laundry that's free for the tenants and they don't check to see if whoever is using the laundry is a tenant. If you have a load of laundry, and you're away from home, just drop in on some large motel and use their facilities. Saves you the Laundromat charges which seem to go up every time you turn around.

This was one of those occasions and I'd dropped in at a place I knew. I've used them before. The motel is one of those big ones with the laundry in the basement. Quite a big laundry, too, so I was almost guaranteed to get a machine, especially around lunchtime.

I fronted up and headed down to the laundry. If you just walk in as though you own the place everyone assumes you're a tenant and they just don't see you. I loaded my laundry and then sat back to read while the machines ran. I was the only person there, which didn't really surprise me at lunchtime on a sunny day.

I'd barely opened my book when this sweet young thing came waltzing in. She didn't notice me sitting in my little corner. I hadn't chosen the seat so as to be out of sight, it just happened to work that way. If she had really opened her eyes and looked she'd have spotted me. Perhaps she should've.

I idly watched as she loaded her washing into the machine. She was a pretty young thing. It wasn't until she had apparently finished loading the machine that things got interesting. The soap powder had been added and she was about to close the lid when she hesitated. A quick glance made sure that no-one else had entered, although she still failed to spot me in the corner. Then she reached up the shift she was wearing and pulled down her panties and dropped them in the machine with a giggle. A little bit of wriggling and her bra joined the panties. Presumably she'd wriggle back into them when they eventually came out of the drier.

Lid down, machine on, and the young lass picked up a book from her washing basket and looked for a seat. She spotted the chair up against the far wall and headed towards them, finally spotting me sitting there, looking amused.

She faltered to a red-faced stop, obviously wondering what, if anything, I'd seen. I politely rose to my feet, and indicated that the choice of seats was hers.

"Hi. I'm Thomas," I said, smiling.

She just looked at me, apparently struck dumb.

I laughed, gently. 

"Ah, that is your cue to tell me your name, how old you are, how you like being on the Gold Coast, how long you're staying, your cat's name and what a beast your brother is."

That finally got a rise out of her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You startled me. I didn't know there was anyone else here. I'm Cynthia, I love it here, we'll be here for another week and I don't have a brother or a cat. Oh, and I'm eighteen. Yesterday was my birthday."

"Well snap," I said, my smile bigger than ever. "I'm a little older than you, thirty six, but my birthday was also yesterday."

"What are you reading?" I asked and she blushed as she showed me the book. I'd have called it a bodice ripper, but the young lady on the front had already not only lost her bodice but all her clothes. Her hands were bound behind her and a piratical young man was looking her over with great interest, the rags of a gown in his hand.

I lifted my eyebrows up and down a couple of time, giving a lecherous smile. 

"Tell me, does the young lady get rescued in the nick of time, or does she find herself entertaining the pirate in a number of interesting ways."

"He's not really a pirate," Cynthia assured me. "He's undercover, fighting the real pirates."

"Uh-huh. And you neatly dodged the young ladies fate."

"Well, he didn't have much choice, if he's acting as a pirate, but he didn't hurt her."

"Fair enough. Just dragged her to his bed and had his wicked way in a gentlemanly fashion."

"Not really," said Cynthia, giggling. "They didn't make it to a bedroom. There was a convenient couch and he had his wicked way there. In a gentlemanly fashion, of course."

"Of course. I'm actually more interested in knowing if she resisted or succumbed to his charm."

"Succumbed to his charm. She's fated to marry him as her one true love and she knew that as soon as she saw him."

"And when was that? When he was tying her up or when he was ripping her dress off?"

"He didn't rip her dress off."

"Yes, he did. Look at the picture. He's holding her torn dress in his hand, having just ripped it from her quivering body. She's mortified and trying not to look at him."

"Well that's not how the book goes. Call it artistic license."

I grinned and placed the book on one of the chairs. With the same motion I took hold of the bottom of her shift and lifted it straight up. I had it up past her breasts (her naked breasts, remember) before she even realised what was going on.

I held the shift above her head, bunched in my hand. Cynthia's arms were tangled inside it and her head was covered. I just held it there, watching her wriggle, her nude body twisting suggestively below the shift. With my free hand I reached out and lightly brushed a nipple with the palm. A very light touch and I promptly repeated the touch with the other nipple.

Cynthia was squawking indignantly, her voice muffled by the shift. The squawking became faster and louder when a finger ran slowly across her mons.

"Cynthia," I said, loudly enough to be heard. "If you keep wriggling like that you'll tear your dress. Stop struggling about and think of what you're doing."

Oddly enough she had enough common-sense to actually listen to what I said. She stopped wriggling, and then pulled first one arm free and then the other, finally pushing the shift up off her head, leaving her standing in front of me, naked but free.

"You, you, how dare you do that. Give me my dress."

"The undercover pirate would have had a problem with you, wouldn't he," I said, tossing the dress to one side.

"No, don't go grabbing for it." I caught her as she reached for the dress.

"We'll now transfer my earlier question from the book to you."

"What questions?"

"Basically, will you be rescued before I have my wicked way with you and are you going to struggle or succumb to me charms?"

The look on her face went from angry to wary. Until that moment I don't think she realised that she was in danger of more than a bit of friendly groping. 

"You wouldn't," she said carefully, more in hope than belief.

"Consider it a belated birthday present for both of us," I said softly, and my hand gently cupped a breast.

She looked down at it, and there was quite a contrast to my tanned hand and her white breast. Before she could push the hand away my other hand held her other breast. She grabbed at my hands and tugged on them, but it was easy to see that she was going through the motions. She just seemed to pluck at my fingers, not even trying for a firm grip.

"Stop it," she gasped. "I don't want this and you can't just grab me like that."

"Is this better?" I asked, one hand sliding down to cup her mound.

"No," she said, and now she was squeaking slightly. "Just let me go."

Unfortunately for Cynthia, she was too fascinated by what I was doing to put up a determined resistance. Hell, all she really had to do was jump back and run. Or scream. Instead she just kept making feeble little protests and trying to push my wandering hands away.

She must have felt she had won a minor victory when she managed to pull my hand off her breast, but quickly realised otherwise when I unzipped.

"Oh my god," she gasped, a touch of horror in her voice. "Put that thing away."

That thing, indeed. It was quite a nice erection. Obviously Cynthia needed to be more appreciative of the good things in life. I slid both hands around her, closing on her bottom and drawing her against me. My erection was now pressed firmly against her.

With Cynthia snuggling up against me I could slip a hand down her bottom and between her legs, teasing her flesh from an unexpected direction. Pulling away from my hand she found herself rubbing against my erection. Pushing away from my erection and she was pushing her pussy firmly up against exploring fingers.

I let Cynthia dither for a few moments, pressing alternatively against my cock and then against my hands. Finally she tried to stand still, only to find my hand now urging her closer to me. She was cursing me softly, defiantly, but still under my control.

I sat down, erection jutting up proudly. Cynthia looked down at it, swallowed and looked away. I pulled her forward to she was standing straddling me. One hand on her bottom held her where I wanted her while my other hand was exploring her, fingers dipping inside her.

She protested and pleaded. She explained why I couldn't do this. She pointed out the consequences. She slapped at the hand invading her privacy. She did everything a good girl should do to show her reluctance. Except scream and run away.

She was wet inside, my fingers sliding along the dampness. She was also hot and sensitive, writhing gently under my touch. I couldn't help but feel that she was pushing herself against my touch more than she was trying to pull away.

I moved my hand around to her bottom again, pulling her even closer to me. My erection was now between her legs, and she was just the right height for the head of my cock to brush against her lips. A little rocking on my part and she could feel my erection brushing back and forth along her slit, just touching the sensitive flesh.

"It's time," I said softly. "Lower yourself slowly, taking it easy while you settle onto me."

"Do you really expect me to lower myself onto your erection?" she gasped.

"Yes," I said simply. "Who knows better than you that it's not going in too fast? Would you really want me to just plunk you down upon it? Come on. Slowly does it."

At the same time I pushed up just a little, while my hands tightened on her bottom. Cynthia pressed down to meet me, protesting all the time. I felt her lips close over me, and then felt her pause again when my cock pressed lightly against her hymen.

"I can't," she whispered. "I won't."

"Take it easy," I murmured, my voice just as quiet. "I'll help you."

Her eyes widened slightly, but before she could protest I pushed up the little bit required. She gave a small scream as her hymen gave way, but by then it was too late. I steadied again.

"OK. That's the hard bit," I reassured her. "Just let yourself sink down now. Feel me rising in you. You'll know what to do."

Cynthia said a few more nasty things but she was slowly sinking down onto me. Her hands were on my shoulders, helping her control her descent. Inch by inch she slid down and I could distinctly feel each and every inch as I rose within her. From her gasping and the look on her face, so could she.

Cynthia came to rest upon my lap with my cock firmly inside her. The look on her face was something wonderful. She was excited but nervous, aroused but ignorant. She didn't want this, but neither did she want it to stop. At least, not yet. It was the ignorance that was troubling her the most, I suspected. She had a cock in her and didn't know what she was supposed to do with it.

"Bounce," I murmured.

"Wh-what?"

"Bounce. Slide up and down, feeling my cock rubbing inside you, setting you on fire and lifting you up. Bounce. Slowly."

Nervously she started to do just that. She forced herself up, lifting slowly off my cock, her eyes opening wider as she felt it dragging against her. 

"Now back," I said, hands on her hips pulling down gently.

Back she came, this time settling onto me with a rush and a squeal. Then she was lifting herself again, getting interested in the game. I let her play, enjoying the feel of her sliding up and down my cock. Also enjoying the play of emotions across her face as she felt me inside her, massaging her internally. Her breathing was coming faster and she was sliding up and down with more determination.

The whole thing was exhilarating, and I let it go on as long as I could, but I wanted more control. I wanted to dominate Cynthia, show my power over her as she headed towards a climax. Picking my moment, Cynthia started to rise up off my cock and gave a startled squeal when I rose with her, staying firmly inside her. I was standing and holding her firmly in place.

"Put your legs around me," I told her, and she did so with some haste. 

With Cynthia clinging to me like a limpet I crossed over to one of the washing machines, deliberately walking heavily so that she bounced upon me as I moved. Reaching the machine I used it to prop Cynthia up while I unwound her legs and then forced her to rotate, making sure we stayed joined at all times. When I finished she was bending forward over the machine while I stood behind her, still in place. Running my arms around her, I took hold of her breasts, massaging them.

Everything in place I started the action again. Basically the same as before but with me in control, dictating what would happen. And what was happening was me driving home into Cynthia a lot harder and faster than she had been bouncing on my lap. I squeezed her breasts in time to my thrusts, hitting home hard and fast. After a few squeals and protests and some false starts, Cynthia got the message. My cock was in control and she was supposed to do what it wanted. She did so, pushing hard to meet me, squeaking and gasping, her bottom thrusting hard against me, eager to take me as deep as she could.

I pounded her, feeling tensions gathering inside me and knowing similar tensions were growing inside Cynthia. She was squeaking almost constantly, little lustful noises that twanged on my nerves, encouraging me to try harder. So harder I went, listening to Cynthia appreciate the effort, driving happily towards a grand conclusion.

Then I was letting loose with my seed, while Cynthia wailed, crying "Not yet. Not yet." Then her wailing changed to a shout of shock as her climax caught up with mine and she shuddered under me, body eagerly reaching for my seed.

I leant against her, recovering my breath, feeling her lean limply against the washing machine. I withdrew, letting her stay there to recover.

Something was nagging at me and I ran my mind over our surroundings, trying to catch what had tried to get my attention. It came to me. I'd dimly heard the ding of the dryer I was using, signalling the clothes were dry. 

I opened the dryer and stuffed my things into my bag. Folding could wait. Picking up my bag I departed, leaving by the side entrance. My last view of Cynthia she was pushing herself away from the machine she'd been leaning on, looking for her pirate.



Laundry Act



I never considered that day to be anything other than a typical Sunday morning, with the usual crowd or lack thereof, given that it was after all when half the population were asleep and the other half were probably dozing off in church while pretending to listen to some moron rail against the very sins that they committed the night before. Yeah, I'm a cynic, so sue me. There was a reason that I wasn't in church and hadn't been for the past couple of years. 

Anyway, I was minding my own business, putting clothes in the dryer for the last cycle, when I saw her. Yeah, her. Long, jet-black hair, skin a reddish brown hue, eyes a shade of brown that was nearly black itself, and one of the finest pairs of tits to be on display despite her baggy sweatshirt. Sure, she wasn't a perfect ten by the standards of those phonies in Cosmo or Vogue, but I never read those magazines and didn't give a flying fuck about that. All they care about is the skinny waistline. All that sickening heroin chic crap. No, this was a real American woman, with real curves, flesh and blood, with enough beauty and sex appeal to more than impress me, and then she smiled...nervously, sure, but she smiled when she saw me, a true smile that reached her eyes, not a plaster smile of the sort that I used to see in Sunday school and Bible camp. 

"Hello," I said, breaking the ice for the poor gal, "haven't seen you here before." 

"Nope. I just moved in. Well, we did. Mom and I. Had to start over," she answered awkwardly. 

"Yeah, I know that feeling. I had to move somewhere when I left my wife," I told her. 

"Divorced, huh? I should be so lucky. I'm 25 and still live with Mama. The kicker is that she is 43 and looks so young that people think that we're sisters," she chuckled at her own situation. 

"Maybe that sense of humor is why, if you got it from her. One of the few Bible verses I still agree says that laughter is a great medicine, or something like that. I haven't been to church or even said grace over meals in two years," I laughed at myself and my loss of faith these days. 

"Disgruntled Christian, then?" she teased me. 

"Yeah, somewhat. Jaded about the Old-Time Religion crap. If you ask me, a good dose of irreverence is what we really need. People not taking shit like that too seriously. What good does that crap do, anyway? My ex was a completely pious bitch, but it didn't stop her from committing adultery. Nor did it stop the pastor," I admitted, rolling my eyes. 

"She fucked your pastor? Damn, that's just...wrong. Sick. The whole time, dragging you to church just to listen to her boyfriend rant and rave at you. Insult added to injury, if you ask me. I hope that you nailed him good," the cutie reacted as I hoped that she would, with shock and outrage at the hypocrisy. 

"I'll say. I stood up in church, announced to my wife and the entire congregation that I was leaving her and them, and told them all exactly why I was. You should have seen the looks on their faces, the whole lot of them. Especially when I used rather salty language to describe her carnal knowledge of our pastor, old sailor's habit, and had her served with divorce papers right there in her pew, in front of more than a hundred witnesses. I heard later that his bishop instigated disciplinary action almost immediately and his wife filed for divorce, forcing him to get a real job to pay child support. He sells imported cars now. Served him right. I'd feel bad for his kids, but he was never much of a real father to them. I could tell that. After that, I moved out of state, got an apartment, and thanked my lucky stars that she and I didn't have any rugrats already. Divorce is so much cleaner when it's just the two of you. I don't know what she's doing these days. To quote Rhett Butler, 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn'. She made her bed and she can lie in it," I grinned as I recalled my payback to that lying hussy and her boyfriend, the man of God...I even used my best Clark Gable impression for that line, too. 

"Wow, the pastor screwed your wife, but you really screwed both of them back. Good for you. I like you already. I'm Melissa, by the way," the sexy, somewhat plump young woman told me with a grin that spoke volumes. 

"Jed. Like Jed Clampett in the Beverly Hillbillies. No kidding, I was named after him. It was Hell in boot camp, I tell ya that. Imagine drill instructors making hay of all that," I recalled with some dry humor now, but it really was unpleasant when I first enlisted. 

"Yeah, I got picked on back at the rez for having such a white girl name. Not my fault that Daddy was white. It's just luck of the draw. Bullies can be so vicious when you're that age. Still, overall they were nice to me. Mama's Navaho, so I'm Navaho. Doesn't matter that I'm not full-blooded. She is and that's what counted. Still, she got a position at the hospital here, so we moved so she could give me a better life. Still visit family now and then, though," Melissa smiled wider now. 

"So, what happened with your father and all?" I asked, curious as to how he wasn't still in their lives. 

"Too many differences in the end. Too many fights. She regrets a lot of it and so does he, but they're both so damn stubborn at times that neither of them could get past the anger. He remarried, anyway, became a fucking Mormon, and now has a nice, fancy white-bread Mormon family life with the seven half-sisters that he gave me. Yeah...half-sisters, all of them. Not a boy in sight. Serves the prick right for forgetting that I exist. I get that he couldn't make it work with Mama. She can be a handful, especially to a white guy not used to Navaho culture and the dominant role of women in it, but he could still have shown up at my Little League games now and then. That wouldn't have killed him, would it?" Melissa pouted now. 

"Would it help your mood if I told you how adorable that pout is?" I asked her, guessing how she might react. 

Melissa burst into somewhat embarrassed laughter and covered her face with her sweatshirt for a moment, exposing her belly somewhat in the process, and a tattoo of, not something very stereotypically Navaho, like an eagle or a loom, but a dick...a very notable piece of male equipment, with balls attached. Why she had that inked on her belly, I just had to find out. 

"So, what's with the tat?" I asked her. 

"Oh, that...well, too many shots, I guess. Far too many. No, I'm not the typical drunk Injun that you see in movies. I'm no lightweight. I can handle my booze, but still, a girl should know her limit. Apparently, eight Bloody Maries are about three or four too much for me. Next thing I know, I'm face down on a stranger's bed, with tattoos that I never saw before on my body, looking into a mirror as he pumps me full of his cum. In my ass, no less. Yeah...I took it up the rear. Wasn't too bad, except that I wish that I was sober enough to remember deciding to lose that cherry. Funny thing, I still have the other one," Melissa recalled that bizarre incident, her first case of sodomy. 

"Other what?" I sought clarification. 

"Virginity. Flower. Maidenhood. I'm still technically a virgin," she giggled at the oddity of her situation, having taken it up the butt, but not yet in the pussy. 

"Wasn't that actually rape, then? You and him. Going to brown town while you were out like a lamp?" I reacted to that part first, because I'd always heard that if a girl blacked out and you were screwing her, it was rape. 

"You know, I guess it kinda was. Hadn't really thought about it that way at the time. It didn't feel like rape at least. Maybe because I had gone out that night looking to lose my cherry. Well, I lost it, just not the one that I had in mind," Melissa remembered, "not saying that you're wrong. Just that it never occurred to me that it might be rape. Anyway, I was more worried about not getting caught by Mama, but, of course I was. This was a few years ago, mind you. I have always lived with Mama. It turned out that my fears were a bit exaggerated in my head. Mama just sat me down and told me that if I wanted to fuck, I should make sure and use protection. I was a grown woman and my choices were my own, though. She agreed with me on that. Leave it to a registered nurse to think that way, of course." 

"Know what's funny?" I asked her. 

"What?" Melissa was curious now. 

"I'm an RN, too," I laughed. 

"So am I! No shit! What a small fucking world!" Melissa punched me playfully in the arm, but then apologized, "sorry, was just getting a little goofy there." 

"Same hospital as your mom?" I asked her. 

"No, they have a rule about relatives working the same facility. Not far off, though. University medical center, you know. Really nice hospital, in fact. Just got my nursing license, though. It's my first gig. Wish me luck, please," she laughed again and dropped a freshly washed shirt in the process. 

When Melissa bent over to pick up her shirt, I got just enough of an eyeful of that fine booty of hers from her baggy sweatpants dropping a bit, and boy did my cock grow very hard indeed! It was a large bottom, no doubt of that, but it was very nicely shaped and had almost perfect butt-cleavage, if you know what I mean. It was also very smooth, of course. I suspected the use of hair removal cream, but I could be wrong about that. The worst of it was when she stood up and caught me staring...her reaction was priceless. 

"See anything that you like?" Melissa teased me. 

"Um...actually, yes. Does that bother you?" I coughed. 

"Bother me, really? Dude, maybe I should drop another shirt, if you know what I mean. I might get lucky and you might start fucking me right here and now, take this pesky virginity off my hands. At 25, I've outgrown it," Melissa snickered. 

"Would that be lucky? Sounds like an invitation to me," I grinned widely. 

"Maybe...maybe not," Melissa said, dropping another shirt and bending over to flash me her ass again. 

That was too much temptation for any even halfway straight guy to resist. I wasn't made of stone, though my cock was hard as a rock. I grabbed that ass of hers, caressing each cheek and helping slide it down all the way to her ankles. I rubbed my fingers up against her dripping snatch, which revealed just how turned-on Melissa became during our sexy banter, and this was even more obvious once I inserted said fingers into her soaking wet twat. 

"I don't have a condom on me," I warned her as I began playing with her pussy with one hand and fondling her butt with the other...including both the crack and the buns. 

"Hey, Jed, you were married for how many years? I'm a virgin, at least technically. Come on, we both need this and neither of us is a high-risk candidate for a disease. Call it an assumed risk. We're both taking it of our own free will. Just fuck me, please," she begged me now. 

"Have it your way, then," I told her, easing my cock inside her pussy...noting the lack of a hymen, but that was hardly a surprise. 

She could very well still have been a virgin, not that I cared very much at all. Melissa gave out a sharp breath as she first felt my entry, but then she started moving her body, bucking her hips in response to my strokes inside her. Her juices made her cunt ever slicker, her thighs now drenched with them as well. I made a few teasingly slow strokes for a moment, but Melissa pushed back hard enough to send the distinct, wordless plea that I quit fooling around and fuck the hell out of her. I took the hint and started screwing Melissa far more vigorously, thrusting harder with each stroke as I held onto her waist and kept moving in and out of her. 

After a while, I noticed how strongly Melissa felt about things, because her juices gushed all over my dick and she moaned loudly enough that I worried about drawing unwanted attention. It was evident that she had been waiting for so long to give up her cherry to a guy that she liked that she was extremely horny and she just had to cum...and keep coming. All that pent-up sexual tension, frustration, etc. all came together to make her nearly scream her release, but she stopped herself just in time, her scream silenced by her own fading self-control. 

Finally, however, there was no stopping Melissa from letting out a guttural sort of scream, very primal, as I plundered her pussy and drove home inside that wonderfully warm and wet hole...which squeezed tighter by the second on my dick...she was a virgin, after all...and God, it felt incredible to me! I was in Heaven, ramming my hard cock farther inside Melissa by the minute, just taking her as a man does a woman, no complications in the way now. Race, religion, past relationships, none of that mattered. All that mattered to me right then was plowing Melissa's pussy, screwing her out of her mind. 

What brought me over the edge, however, was a pair of very soft, feminine hands caressing my buns as I rammed Melissa, with a very wet pair of lips and equally wet tongue moving along my crack. Someone was quite literally kissing my ass, and I had to know just who it was, but not yet. First, I had to shoot my load, and God, did I ever...emptying my balls as best I could tell into Melissa's no longer wasted pussy. 

As Melissa rose unsteadily to her feet, she grinned and I turned around, only to have a very sloppy, wet French kiss planted on my mouth. I almost walked backward into Melissa and fell over, but she stopped me, each of us supporting the other's weight in the temporary absence of balance right at that moment. Before I could react further, a very familiar mouth slid its way down my chest, my belly, to my cock and balls, stopping only once the lips of said mouth opened wide to receive my dick. Then I felt the tongue from the same mouth, licking lovingly at first the head and then the base of my cock to pleasure me. 

Just when I didn't think that it could get better, Melissa parted my butt-cheeks and started slipping her fingers into my ass to stroke my prostate, while the other woman started caressing my balls with her hands. I grew hard again, groaning as the new lady yanked down her yoga pants and bent over to invite me to fuck her. Unthinkingly, I drove balls deep inside this second woman, while Melissa descended to her knees to rim my ass. 

This impromptu threesome lasted longer than expected mostly because I already came inside Melissa earlier. I just did what came naturally, taking this other woman forcefully, no hint of kindness or tenderness right then. I pulled her hair, thrust harder in and out of her, and reveled in the greedy way that she begged me to keep doing exactly that to her. All this time, Melissa didn't stop licking and fingering my ass, which certainly helped prevent me from going soft, not that I could have gone limp, anyway, with this very fine and recognizable cunt engulfing my dick. 

When Melissa began sucking my balls, I lost it...I unloaded again, this time into the other lady's pussy, causing her to climax herself, shivering, shaking, and screaming as she felt the powerful orgasm seize control of her body like some kind of fit. Only then, too late, did I notice that this new woman had a wedding band on her ring finger. She was married? I kicked myself for just a second until I realized why she was familiar. It was the same reason that her kiss and her mouth were familiar, the same reason that her twat was familiar...the same reason that she felt so comfortable with my body without any real nerves or anxiety about what she was doing to it. 

As she rose to join Melissa in kissing my lips, I saw the face of a still very lovely Tricia...my ex-wife. Somehow, she had tracked me down and found me in the arms of another woman, only to decide to join us, not try to break us up. I was floored and my knees began to give out, but both women held me steady as they gave me a rather abrupt group hug. 

"So...Melissa, this is Tricia, my ex-wife. I'm surprised that you bothered to track me down, though. And to keep my wedding band on," I commented, not with cruelty, but with genuine shock. 

"Honey, we're not divorced. It was never finalized. You skipped town and I contested it, citing a desire to reconcile with you. In your absence, the judge granted my stay and so everything is still half yours, including everyone that I have invested into our house the past couple of years since you left. It didn't hurt that I ate her pussy, since you had deserted me. Not that I blame you for fucking this fine young woman. She played her role very well. Quite convincing, wasn't she?" Tricia snickered, while Melissa at least had the decency to look ashamed. 

"You mean...that was all a story?" I said, feeling very betrayed. 

"No, not entirely. Some of it was, some of it true. You'll just have to find out how much, because, Tricia, no offense, but you can keep your money. I'd rather have your husband and my self-respect. Sorry about the deception, Jed. It worked, but I felt dirty for lying to you. I should have told you that I'm an actress and drama class teacher who has had financial problems due to taking care of her sickly mother and agreed to accept this gig to help pay back her student loans, among other things. It was wrong and I am very sorry. Please forgive me, Jed," Melissa began crying suddenly. 

"Hey, you're forgiven. You made a mistake, that's all. No need to kick yourself around. It was a fuck-up, that's what. Think that I haven't done things of which I'm embarrassed and ashamed from time to time, often when I was in desperate shape? I try to keep that to a minimum, in order to respect myself, but hey, we're all allowed lapses now and then, aren't we?" I said as I held Melissa, who surprisingly was not in a major rush to pull up her pants just yet. 

"Does that forgiveness extend to your wife, by any chance? I screwed up worse than she did. I know that now. I had to give up on the self-pity at first and realize that it was my fault that the marriage failed, that my occasional coldness and my infidelity that were the issue, that you were bitter with me because of those things, and that if I wanted you back, I had to work extra hard to have you again...so I hired Melissa, to get you some strange, as it were. Now, however...wow, I really enjoyed watching the two of you together. You made beautiful love to her and to me, even if it was a bit rough. It was both fucking and lovemaking in a way. Trust me on that one. What's the word that I'm looking for here, to describe such an arrangement for what I propose for our future...," Tricia struggled for it. 

"Ménage a trois. Meaning a long-standing love triangle between three people, though they do not all have to be equally involved with each other. As long as at least two of them have the same partner in common, it's a ménage a trois. I majored in French in college," Melissa informed us. 

"I guess that it paid off. Yes, that's what I mean. So, how about it? There is love between you and her already, I can tell. It's just how you are. You fall in love so easily during sex, sometimes before that, Jed. Just as you did with me. I think that you still love me, too. Or maybe you love me again. I'm not sure which, but whichever it is, no one could take me with that much passion and not feel at least something for me. We don't have to be lovers if Melissa doesn't want it, she and I, but I am open to it if she is. More to the point, the focal point of our marriage would be you, not God. I used to believe that putting God first made a marriage stronger. Maybe in some cases, but not in my experience. You're my God now, anyway. The only one who matters to me," Tricia rambled, looking more nervous by the second. 

"Tricia?" I asked her. 

"Yes?" 

"Just shut up and kiss me," I told her, meeting her halfway for a kiss before planting yet another one on Melissa's lips as well. 




Laundry Act



"I'll take that as a yes, then," Tricia giggled. 

"Hell, yes!" Melissa gave me some tongue with her kiss, or was that kiss with her tongue, hard to say which...

"Damn straight it's a yes," I cursed, "you've learned your lesson and gone to all this trouble to get me back. It's not quite crawling on broken glass, but it's not that far off from it, either. Clearly, this marriage meant more to you than I realized. As for Melissa, what can I say? You're right. I am in love with her. Who wouldn't be? So you both fucked up, royally. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, however. Besides, what kind of a hypocrite would I be if I kept punishing you after you made sure to balance the scales of justice and fairness? More to the point, I just plain want the both of you. Call me greedy, call me a hypocrite, a pig, or whatever, but I'm a red-blooded guy who has two women offering him a life of polygamy. What kind of dumbass would say no to that?" 

'Well, sister-wife, welcome to the family!" Tricia said with a hug, before Melissa slipped her a French kiss as well. 

"In that case, let's finish this laundry so I can take you home to Mama. She needs a husband, too," Melissa suggested. 

"Are you for real?" I asked her. 

"You can decide for yourself after Mama proves just how well she is recovering these days by draining your balls. She and I have a pact to share men these days, just because when we find a great guy, there is simply no reason to keep him to ourselves and make other wait even longer. That's the other reason that we still live together," Melissa told us. 

"Plus, you're a Navaho. It's just your way of life, right? Well, not the polygamy, but staying with Mama," I teased her. 

"I know most white guys don't go for matriarchy, so don't think of it as moving into her clan. She will, but that's on her. Even I will to some extent, but not completely. I'm only half-Navaho, after all. Just think of her as a very affectionate mother...giving her blessing to our union. She won't really try to boss you around. She's a gentle soul, anyway. That other part was a part of the act, the fighting and such. Daddy joined the LDS and that was why Mama left him. Mormonism never made sense to her, speaking as a Navaho who knew better than to believe that garbage," Melissa assured me. 

"So, where do we all live?" Tricia cut in now...

"We'll have to sit down and have a little chat with the super it seems. Work out something with the lease. Luckily, Norm is a cool guy. He's gay, however, so don't get any ideas, Tricia," I teased Tricia a little. 

"Gay? Well, maybe you can fuck him instead," she teased me right back, making Melissa and I both laugh out loud as we each pulled up our pants. 

"Speaking of gay, don't expect me to munch on Mama's rug. That far I won't go. Incest just isn't done with us Navaho. Tricia's slit, however, might need some attention now and then," Melissa made a very risqué offer as we went back to work on the laundry. 

"Fine bi me, at least," I punned, winking at them. 

That Tricia didn't bat an eye, but kissed each of us on the lips with a wicked grin told me everything that I needed to know. I didn't know about needing shades, but the future was looking very bright to me indeed.



Laundry Day



My name is Zoe Briggs, and I own a posh health club-gym/spa in North Texas that caters to the uber rich of the Dallas high society. I am the sole proprietor of the gym, having been awarded the business after I divorced my husband of thirty years a little over half a decade ago. We started it up in a little old hole in the wall twenty five years ago and we watched it morph into a juggernaut, moving into a 15,000 square foot, three story facility that had scads of personal trainers, fitness classes, and the most beautiful clientele in the city. Great, huh? Well, not for my husband, who refused to stop fucking every receptionist that we would employ. Tired of being the laughing stock, I set up cameras (security cams, hah!), and recorded hours of video of him romping teen bitches. I took that motherfucker for everything! Stupid cocksucker. 

Once the divorce was final, I took stock of myself and realized that if I was married to me, I would have cheated! I had let myself go, I wasn't fat, but, I did have a spare tire, my boobs didn't defy gravity any longer, and I looked every bit of my 50 years. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the grandmother that I had become, and not the beauty pageant winner that I was. My three children encouraged me to take advantage of my situation, being privy to the finest personal trainers that money could buy, and I certainly did that. I threw myself into my business and into getting fit. Now, five years later, I turn every head in the gym when I walk through in my daily attire, sports bra and work out tights, five foot eight, 125lbs, 34DD breasts, flat belly with a nice six pack, tight ass and firm legs. O.K., I have a good plastic surgeon, who cares? I love to show off my new hard body. 

My 23 year old son Magnus had graduated college and decided to work with me to run the gym, which I loved. He was much younger than his two sisters by twelve and ten years respectively, and the only child that was interested in the family business. I started him as a personal trainer, and he quickly became my most popular, especially with the ladies. It could have been for his knowledge and skill, or that he was built like a Greek God. 

Magnus inherited his father's heighth gene, he was well over 6'3" tall and was put together like a bodybuilder, well muscled and trim, and it didn't hurt that he was very handsome. Since he was a middle school child, he always had women after him, and, although he didn't confide in me, I knew that he 'scored' with plenty of women, since 'Gym Gossip' left no stone unturned.

One day, as I was leaving to go into work, I heard a rapping on the door. There was Magnus, dry cleaning hanging over his shoulder and suitcases in hand.

"What the..?" I stammered.

"Tricia kicked me out, Ma." He pouted, "I need a place to stay."

"What about the gym, there is a room there, y'know!" I protested.

"Ma!" 

"Ma!" I mimicked.

"Fine, Magnus," I relented, "But, none of your hussies in my house!"

"That's what got me booted in the first place, Ma!" Magnus wickedly grinned.

"Don't be late, and lock up when you leave." I smiled as I walked to my car. I didn't like that bitch Tricia, anyway.

We settled into a rhythm, sort of. Since I have been single for so long now, I have a habit of parading around nude, swimming in the pool nude, just being naked. Now that Magnus was here, that stopped immediately. Other than that, he seemed like he had no plans to move out, which was O.K. by me, he was my baby!

One day last week, I had a two back to back clients for training sessions, and Magnus had the day off, so he was going to do the yard work. I would have been tied up for a few hours with the sessions had one of them not called and rescheduled. Shit! Another wasted day! No, I thought, since my son was at the house doing yardwork, I could pitch in and clean out the flower bed, it was a beautiful day, anyway. I stopped on the way home at the grocery and picked up a nice bottle of wine and some shrimp and steak to throw on the grill for later that evening.

Pulling into my circle drive, the grass looked cut, the walk and drive was edged, it looked good, but Magnus's car was gone. Hmph. Alone again.

Screw it, I said to myself as I peeled off my sweaty work-out clothes, I'll throw in some wash downstairs and soak in the tub before Magnus gets back and I have him grill dinner. 

I threw on a short tennis skirt and a 'wife-beater' tank top and grabbed the hamper and headed downstairs. 

I slowed when I got about halfway down the hall to the laundry room as the door was ajar and light was illuminating a portion of the lower hallway. I placed the basket at my feet and shuffled the rest of the way towards the door, my bare feet not making a sound. I didn't know what was around the corner, my heart was pounding and my nipples were so stiff that my boobs ached. 

I stopped at the door jamb, resting my back against the wall ala T.J. Hooker, preparing to swoop in and make a bust. The roar of both machines going drowned out my pulsating bosom. I snuck a glance into the room and saw Magnus, standing there, in front of the washer, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I went to walk in and I stopped dead in my tracks, then retreated to my haven by the door. Magnus was butt-naked!

I am used to seeing him shirtless, but he sidled over by the washer and I could see his bare ass. He was standing there, looking freshly showered, folding clothes in the buff! 

My eyes were riveted on his muscular buttocks as he swayed to and fro, tossing fresh duds into his hamper. He then bent over to grab stuff from the dryer. OHMYGOSH! His huge balls dangled between his legs, they were shaven clean and gorgeous. My ticker leapt into my throat. I immediately felt like I was doing something wrong, but, I was transfixed.

He stood up and I noticed that he was unloading some of my clothes, then he disappeared from my view briefly.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall again. I had broken into a 'glow' and I was cottonmouth dry. I could feel the fire being stoked between my legs. I do go out on dates and I love sex, I get it whenever I want, but right at this moment, it felt like I hadn't been penetrated in months! 

A shuffling noise caught my attention and I peeked slowly around the door yet again, I felt like a bad girl! There was Magnus, in a perfect profile with his cock in one hand and a pair of my soiled thong underwear in the other! 

My knees quavered as I watched him hold the panties to his face and inhale deeply, flogging his rapidly expanding penis. It was fucking huge! I hadn't seen him bare since he was ten years old, and how the years have been for him! No wonder the women went crazy around him. Magnus's flesh pole had to be every bit of a foot long, wide and pink with a perfectly shaped, bulbous head generously leaking pre-cum from the tip of that magnificent shaft. 

I watched in awe as his hand gripped himself and worked its way up and down that faultless, rock solid flesh piston. I couldn't help myself as my fingers found my sopping pussy hole and I inserted two fingers deep into myself. I came instantaneously as my voyeurism overtook me and my blazing passion that I felt rocked me. 

I stifled a groan by biting my lower lip, my engorged clit was screaming at me for relief yet again. I could feel the juice from my swollen pussy coating my inner thigh as it trickled down my leg. I shuddered as yet another orgasm racked my body, and I had to quietly lean against the wall as my knees buckled from the throes of ecstasy coursing through my body. A brief moment later, when the stars in my eyes subsided, I peeked into the laundry room and he was still there, his beautiful cock long and hard in his hand. My son.

I pulled my soggy fingers from my dripping cunt and sucked them into my mouth, cleaning them of my juices. I peeked back at the scene in the laundry room and inhaled sharply.

Magnus was standing erect, all of his muscles tense, the cords standing out in his neck, I knew that he was close, I watched in eager anticipation, pulling on my long nipples, as his fist furiously pumped his massive member.

"Ugh, yeah, shhhhhhiiiiiittttt!!!" Magnus bellowed as the first stream of pearly white rocket fuel erupted copiously from his cock.

I could feel my eyes snap wide open as I watched him shoot stream after stream of choad into the air. I came again, without even touching myself as Magnus took my dirty thong and wiped his cock clean and I took one last, long look at that juicy cock.

I backed up slowly and turned and scooted off as quietly as I could, taking all evidence of my presence. I had to get upstairs now, I had to get my dildo.

"Ma!" Magnus yelled from the end of the hallway. "Dinner is almost ready, I didn't see you come home, c'mon!"

"Be, be right there Honey."

I leaned against the closed door to my bedroom, wondering if I could look my son in the face. My pussy was sore, I had literally brutalized it with my dildo, I couldn't get enough. I had imagined him licking every inch of me, me of him, him fucking me, his own mother. 

I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob and stole a quick glance at my desktop calendar. There was now a large red circle on that calendar.

Next weeks 'Laundry Day.' 



Laundry Day



Carl stopped dead in his footsteps as he came to the door of the laundry room. It was at the bottom of a set of dark and dingy stairs, in the basement of his tenement building where he was staying. As a college student, he couldn't afford his own place, so he was left doing a sort of "community" living arrangement, until he was done the semester at least. He was in no place to complain about the dark and dismal set of stairs that led to an even darker and more dismal basement. 

At least the laundry room itself was very well lit, with a horrid fluorescent light that hung from the ceiling and looked most days like it was about to drop right down ontop of whoever was hanging around below. 

Today, it was lit. And full of steam from the washers and dryers lining the rectangular room's walls. Music blared from an old radio that somehow managed to pick up one of the Latin dance stations all the way down here. 

Someone else was doing laundry tonight. 

She had her eyes closed, and was leaning against the washing machine she was using. Her back was arched slightly, her shoulders back, her head tilted back slightly so that her long brown hair hung down behind her, almost to her waist. She was wearing a pair of denim cutoff shorts that used to be jeans, and the frayed edges were so short they rode up to the tops of her thighs, barely covering any of her ass. One leg was bent and flexing to the beat of the salsa or whatever that was playing on the radio. 

Her eyes were closed but from where Carl was watching, he could see the long curve of her dark brown lashes against her high cheekbones. Her lips were full and dark, giving off the look of a woman in lust. As the minutes passed and Carl stood watching in awe, he came to realize why. 

The washing machine was just below her waist level, an old beat up white beast of a machine. It was in the spin cycle, and rattling so fast it wasn't even sitting on all four of its old pegs at any given time. It rocked and shook against the girl, who stood poised infront of it as if to stop it. But as Carl squinted at the stranger, he saw there was more to it than that. 

The vibrating machine was bumping rhythmically against the girl's privacy. She had curved her hips up and under, thrusting her pelvic bone forward against the painted steel of the machine. With shorts as tight and firmly gripping her flesh as these that she wore, the machine was likely giving her a humming thrilling sensation she could not find anywhere else. 

Carl watched, enraptured, for quite a few minutes. Then a more familiar tune came on the radio, one sung by a Latina singer who could sing in both Spanish and English, and often did. He knew the beat, knew the English words; but hearing her singing now in Spanish made the song much more beautiful. The rhythm of the music quickly drowned out his movements as he came into the laundry room and lightly set his hamper of clothes down on the counter that ran the center of the room. 

He moved his hands to his hips, watching the stranger. She had to be another student, he thought. Only students stayed in this tenement, during this time of the year. But it was mid semester, and she wasn't one of his regular roomies. Probably staying on the floor below. But still, if she was a student, he should have seen her before, on campus. 

He lifted his hand to his hair, wiping his forehead free of the humidity clinging to his skin. Then he peeled off his sleeveless T-shirt and dropped it on the pile of clothes next to him. Carl ran his fingers through his dark hair and returned to watching the girl. 

She swayed her hips side-to-side, not hearing a single sound Carl made. She was rubbing her pussy against the machine now, pushing against it and then dragging it to one side before changing directions. It was very hot to watch as her hands left the machine and went to her ribs, then up her burgundy tank top, up to her chest. 

As Carl watched, her long-fingered hands cupped her breasts from underneath, holding the round mounds with a familiarity that made Carl gulp. 

I wish those were my hands, he thought. 

Carl chewed his lip. He'd read enough letters in porn mags to know what was possible and what wasn't. He'd also grown up with the lesson that you never got what you wanted by waiting for someone to give it to you. If you wanted something, you took it. If you failed to get it, you moved on until you found what was meant for you. 

I won't know till I try, Carl thought, his mind reeling at the new ideas he was having. 

Carefully, he reached over and closed the door to the laundry room. The girl did not turn. Then he stood, facing her. 

She was silhouetted from behind by the light of the common bathroom on the other side of the washing machines and dryers. He just had to walk by her, let her know he was there, and act as if he was going to the bathroom. The rest would be up to her. 

You never know until you try, he told himself. 

Then he began to walk. 

Slowly, but with self-assured footsteps, Carl began to move. He was coming closer to her. He could smell her slight musky sweat, mixed with a vanilla perfume that was pure heaven and got stronger as he got closer. 

Now to get her attention, he reminded himself. 

As Carl began to encroach on the girl's personal space, he put out his hand, the hand on the same side as she was. He continued walking, his fingertips running across the washing machines. Closer he got to her, closer, closer. 

Then he was right next to her, inhaling her scent. 

His fingers grazed along the curve of her bare brown-skinned thigh. 

Keep moving, he warned himself, forcing his eyes to stare straight ahead at the bathroom. 

His fingers moved over her body in the space of a heartbeat, and he felt her shiver suddenly as they dipped beneath the arc of her buttocks, dragging along the line of denim that was cutting softly into the backs and tops of her thighs. Her body shifted forward, pressing her further against the machine, and Carl kept walking. 

In another footstep, his fingers had graced along the line that separated her thighs from each other and moved onto the other leg. Then he was no longer in contact with her. 

There, done, he thought to himself, feeling his fingers come free. 

The rest is up to her. 

He barely had time to finish the thought. 

The girl had gripped his wrist tightly in her fingers, tugging, and Carl was forced to stop and turn around. He turned to face her, looking at the soft milky-coffee color of her skin over his whiter flesh, her painted nails on the hand that held him fast. Slowly his eyes traveled up her arm, over her shoulder, up to her face. He was now staring into the most beautiful set of hazel eyes he had ever seen. Her mouth was slightly open, and she looked anything but indignant at his intimacy. 

As the moments passed, she stared at him, blinking slowly. Then the washing machine bumped her again, forcing her into motion. She was pulling Carl closer now, drawing him in like a fish on a line. Then her hand released him, and he realized he was being propelled forward, towards her, of his own free will. 

His lips met hers in a very hot and immediately deep kiss, her tongue seeking and finding his nestled in the recesses of his mouth. She toyed with it for a moment before pulling away. 

Carl looked into her eyes and saw she was searching his gaze. Then she kissed him again, and he realized what she was looking for – she wanted to feel his fire, his desire, his response to her. And he wasn't going to let her down. He moved his hands to her hips, his body slipping easily behind hers and pushing her up against the washing machine. Their mouths separated but their bodies were firmly curved and ensconced against each other. 

The music played on, loudly, and the washing machine rattled. As Carl came up behind the girl, she slid her hands over the top of the washing machine, pushing her bottom out against the taller man behind her. Carl moved his mouth to her neck, finding his tongue wet and in need of action. He lapped against the curve of her shoulder, where it became her neck, and slipped up to her earlobe, flicking there as his hands dropped to beneath her arms. He rubbed over her hips, and down to the hem of her flimsy shirt. Then he was lifting it, feeling the hot flesh of her back against his belly. He tossed the shirt aside, his mouth moving to the top of her spine. 

She tasted salty, and smelled divine, the vanilla scent of her skin flowing and wafting over Carl's nose, filling his mouth as he tongued her shoulder blades. She shivered, her back arching. Carl moved his hands to the waist of her shorts now, slipping them infront of her and easily undoing the button and zipper there. 

Then, suddenly, she was naked infront of him. He took a few moments to enjoy the look of her there, posed infront of him like a model pulled from a magazine and set into the most un-typical background possible. 

How this vixen came to be in a student tenement's laundry room, Carl might never know. But he'd be damned if he let a gift from the gods pass unadorned. He dragged his fingers up her back, then down her ribs. From behind like this, he pressed himself into her buttocks, letting her feel the thickness of his cock through his jeans. 

The music was blaring, filling their ears as she filled his senses with her delights. His hands squeezed her breasts, pulled at the chocolate nipples, and he looked over her shoulders, watching his fingers tease the areolas to a stiff erectness. She was panting now, but he couldn't hear her over the loud Latina wailing about love for just one night. 

Tonight was Carl's night. 

He watched as his hands slipped down her stomach, and in between her thighs. She was dark furred there, and he pulled her apart gently, fingering her wet folds. Then he grunted and pushed her forward with his groin, until she was pressing her exposed and sensitive cunt against the steel of the machine. 

She gasped. But she did not make him stop. 

Carl released her, noting she kept herself pressed forward, her puss not leaving the rocking, bumping washing machine. He reached to the front of his jeans and undid them, letting them drop to the floor. He couldn't resist looking down. 

The woman had no tan lines. She was perfectly colored though, sun-kissed completely. He put his hands on her buttocks, slipping a finger down the crack of her behind and teasing at the flower of her anus. Then he let his finger go lower, feeling the swollen inner labia that outlined her slit. 

She was hot. She was ready. And no one was around. 

Carl took his cock in his hand, and guided it to her tight hole. He teased around with the head of it, and she groaned, looking at him over her shoulder, looking down to see where he was going. One of her hands went to his hip, behind her, and her painted nails clawed at him desperately. 

He forced himself suddenly up inside her sheath, and she inhaled sharply, almost whining. He pushed himself as deep into her as he could go, pulling back on her by gripping tightly on her hips. Then he moved one of his hands to infront of her, separating her at last from the machine that had been toying with her clitoris since they had begun. 

Carl found the hot little button easily, teasing now at the pearl with his fingertips and driving the girl mad. She writhed between Carl and the machine, which was now gyrating madly against them both as if trying to escape their intimacy or join in. He pushed her forward with every thrust, forcing her against his hand, which was vibrating and humming from the washer. 

He could feel her bones shaking to the rhythm of the machine. He could feel her hips moving to the rhythm of the music. And he could feel her body dancing to the whimsy of his fingers and cock inside her. 

Carl continued to fuck her, his movements speeding up as the song began its high crescendo and climax. He moved his fingers all over the girl's privacy, stroking her folds as he fucked her hole. 

Then she was cumming, her hair swinging wildly as she tossed her head side to side. Her face was an erotic grimace of pleasure, and Carl almost stopped his thrusting to watch her. But then he felt her cunt stroking him in its orgasmic ecstasy, and he found himself forced up deep inside her, gripping her by the hips again as he came. 

He filled her with his hot seed, almost able to feel the pounding whir of the washing machine through her body. He forced again inside her, spurting. And then he was done. 

Carefully, they began to pull their bodies apart. Their eyes met, but their faces were flushed, with embarrassment as much as with desires freshly satiated. The machine finished its cycle and came to rest slanted, on only three pegs. The girl turned around and around, finding first her tank top, then her shorts. 

Carl pulled on his pants, and quickly excused himself from the laundry room. As he began to run up the stairs, though, he realized he'd never done his laundry. And he'd left his keys ontop of his clothes. Slowly, he walked back down the stairs and opened the door. 

He peered inside, ready to make excuses as to why he wasn't walking away like he should be. But no one was there. He went to the bathroom, it was open, light still on. But no one was there. 

The room was empty. 

Carl was dumbfounded. Had it all been a highly erotic but terribly delusional and psychotic episode of some sort?? He began to pile his laundry into the washing machine, shaking his head. 

Then he smelled it. Vanilla musk. It was all over his skin, all over his clothes, even the ones that had stayed in the basket while he had...enjoyed...the stranger. 

The entire room smelled of heavenly, divine vanilla musk. Carl smiled. If it was a dream, it was the best dream he'd ever had.



Laundry Day



Daniel stepped out of the shower, still wet, and looked around for a towel. None. He was behind on with the laundry again, but being a student and living alone, he didn't really mind. As an alternative, he picked up a shirt from the floor, and dried himself with that. As he was looking around for clean-looking clothes, the bell rang.

"Shit!" he cried out, suddenly remembering his sister had announced she was visiting today.

"I'm right there!" he added to the rude exclamation, and hurriedly put on a pair of boxers.

He opened the door to find his sister facing away, scanning the street where his little house stood.

"Morning, Sarah." he said, rubbing his hand through his wet hair.

Sarah turned around, took off her sunglasses, and hugged him.

"Daniel!" she exclaimed gleefully, "It's so good to see you!"

He let her in, and she flung herself down on the couch.

"I'll just go put on some clothes." Daniel said. "Make yourself comfortable."

When a minute later he came back, dressed in a semi-wrinkled tee-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, he found her lounging on the sofa, her coat dropped next to the table, her shoes beside it.

He grinned. His little sis was becoming just as sloppy as he was.

He patted her shoulder as he walked by her, into the kitchen.

"Water, milk, juice, soda or beer?" he inquired.

"Juice!" she called back, after a moment adding, "Assuming you have any."

It was not an obsolete addition, as he often called out the list before checking the fridge.

But today, for a change, he had three cartons of juice in the fridge-door, and two others in the vegetable compartment. He scanned it quickly for any of the other items on the list, and found that he had none.

"You're in luck, sis." he said, as he re-entered the living room with two glasses of apple juice.

He sat down next to her, and handed her a glass.

"You look different." he declared. "As if you've grown."

He looked her over intently. "You cut your hair, your chest inflated, and your legs are definitely longer. Though that may just be the shortness of the skirt." He frowned. "Since when does mom let you walk around like that?"

She sighed, and the fabric of her blouse tightened over her breasts.

"Since she started her course." she said. "Well, actually she still dislikes the skirt, but she didn't complain because it was clean. We're a little behind -"

"On the laundry." Daniel finished her sentence. "I know. I think it runs in the family."

Sarah laughed, and sipped at her cold juice.

"Ah, delicious." she said. "'It was quite the journey. The things I have to bear with if I want to see you once a year... I still don't see why you couldn't have found a university closer to home. Mom's unbearable since you moved out."

"Aww..." Daniel said, in mock sympathy. "She makes you stick to your curfew now, I bet?"

He grinned. When he still lived at home, their mother was very lenient with Sarah's curfew, because Daniel himself tended to stay out much longer.

Sarah punched his arm.

"Ow!" he said, "Where did that come from?"

Sarah said nothing, but grinned.

Daniel took a big gulp of his drink, and asked, "And how are things besides mom? Doing well in school?"

Sarah nodded. "Okay. But I'll be glad once I'm done with it."

Daniel laughed. "And how's the boyfriend?"

"Didn't I tell you?" she asked. "We broke up, a month or so ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Daniel said. He'd always thought the boy a sleaze, but he had never told her that.

"Oh, it's alright." Sarah replied. "We grew apart, I guess."

"Then who are you looking so sexy for?" he asked, instantly realizing he sounded amazingly perverted.

"I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." he apologized.

Sarah looked, frowning.

"You don't mean to say you don't think I'm sexy, do you?" She inquired.

"No, no that's not what I meant!" Daniel said quickly. "All I meant to say was that, er, that I didn't mean to sound perverted. That's all."

Her frown eased, and made way for a smile he thought bordered on seduction.

"Well, that's quite a relief." she said. "Because I value your opinion. Tell me exactly what you think of me."

She straightened her back, pushed her chest forward a little, and parted her legs only slightly.

"Sarah!" Daniel exclaimed. "You can't seriously expect me to think such things about you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were seducing me."

Sarah laughed, suddenly shy.

"I'm sorry." She said. "It's just that, I have upped my flirt-focus a little, and I may be overdoing it. You see, I'm officially eighteen now, and I don't want to go to Uni as a virgin."

"What? Still a virgin?" he exclaimed in disbelieve. He hadn't thought his pretty sister would be so innocent still. The thought involuntarily turned him on.

She laughed curtly. "You didn't think Dean was capable of anything of the sort, did you?"

He let that question slide. Instead he asked, "So, you're officially on the man-hunt, then?"

"Sort of." She replied.

"If it's only 'sort of', then how do you think you're going to get laid before the end of the year?"

"Well," she said, "I still have the faint hope someone will like me enough to hunt me down. Saves me valuable time which I can then spend on actually getting into uni next year."

"I have no doubt you'll do that." Daniel said. "And you know, you could have any guy you wanted. Look what you're doing to your own brother!"

She looked down at his crotch, where his pants had tightened over his erection.

"Why that's a compliment!" She said happily.

Then she put on her seduction-face again. "So you're saying I can have anyone I want, right?"

Daniel nodded. "Anyone."

His cock had grown very hard, and his pants felt annoyingly tight.

Sarah cocked an eyebrow as she stared at his crowing bulge.

"You're not planning to keep it like that all day, are you?" she asked.

"Well, I was rather hoping you could spare me for a moment while I go wank off."

She laughed.

"That would be silly." She said. "Why begrudge me the chance to see exactly how sexy you think I am?"

He groaned. If she wasn't careful he might wank off right here on the couch.

His groan intensified as she leaned forward, giving him an excellent view of the plunge of her breasts under her silk blouse.

"Is that sexy enough for you?" she asked.

When he hesitated a moment, she undid the top button, and then another one, allowing her lacy bra to show.

Daniel could hardly breathe. His sister was stripping off her blouse right in front of him, and his cock had grown so hard that his pants hurt.

Sarah undid the final button. She let the garment slip off her shoulders, and sat back down again, wearing naught but that sexy little skirt and her lacy bra. He could see her nipples, small and pink, and his eyes grazed on the white skin of her chest, the gentle curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. Unconsciously, his hand had wandered down to his crotch, and he was stroking it through his pants.

Sarah gently took his hand, and moved it away.

"No," she said, "let me take care of that for you."

Surprised but more than happy to comply, he allowed her to unzip his pants. He took them off, and she slid down his boxers.

His erect cock sprang free, beginning to grow a little purple from the amazing hardness.

Sarah looked at it for a moment, and then back at his face.

Without saying a word, she then took it in her hands.

She squeezed a little, and pulled her hands up and down the shaft. She traced the bulging vein with her fingers, and touched the little slit out of which droplets of precum pearled.

Then she squeezed it harder, and began to jerk him off with expertise. Her hands were so soft, and his cock so hard, that before long he felt the familiar throb indicating he was close.

"No," he panted, "I don't want to come like this."

She understood his hint, and lowered her head.

He could feel her hot breath on his cock, a lock of her hair fell upon the head.

Then she took it in at once, and began sucking.

Never in his life could he have dreamed that his little sister could give such a good blowjob. She sucked powerfully, licked along the shaft, whilst cupping his balls in her little hands. She was bobbing her head up and down, her lips a perfect seal around his cock. Within moments, his cock was throbbing intensely and she sucked harder, knowing he was near. A second later he came, with a loud moan, and shot his load against the back of her throat. She swallowed all of it, and when she had finished, she kissed the head softly.

She looked up into his eyes, and asked, "Did you like that?"

He laughed sheepishly.

"Hell yeah." he said. "I don't see why Dean didn't appreciate you more."

"Oh, but I never sucked Dean off!" she said, innocently.

Daniel gave her a confused look.

"But then, where did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't." She said. "It was pure instinct."

She had never given anyone a blowjob before. Impossible.

Once he had regained his breath, he sat up straight. His sister sat next to him, looking at him intently. She was so very pretty in her lacy bra, a drop of his sperm still on her lower lip. He felt horny still, and reached out to touch her.

She smiled, and let him take off her bra.

Daniel marvelled at her soft round tits, with their pink nipples and white skin. Their curve was perfect, and he gently cupped them in his hands.

"You have perfect boobs, you know." he told her.

"Thanks." She said, shyly.

He continued to fondle them, and then let his hands slide further down her body. When he reached the hem of the skirt, he looked up at her. Finding consent in her eyes, he took it off, revealing little blue panties. She still sat on the couch, nearly motionless, and he ran his hands down her legs. They were long and slim, and carefully waxed. As was her bikini-line and, as he could see from the slightly see-through fabric of her panties, was her pussy. The thought of his sister's bald pussy got him hard and erect again in no time, and he wanted nothing more than to pull down those panties and explore what was underneath.

"I want more." he said hungrily. "I want to fuck your brains out, Sarah. I want to give you pleasure you've never felt before. I want to thrust deep inside you; to pound you harder than you think possible." he paused for a moment. "Will you let me?"

"Well," she said, "I've been meaning to lose my virginity anyway. And who better to lose it to than the brother I love more than anyone?"

Daniel smiled, and kissed her softly.

He could still taste himself on her, and that got him so aroused he broke the kiss abruptly, and slid his hands down to her knees.

When he parted her legs, he could see a little wet spot in her panties.

"I've had that ever since I spotted your bulge." she said, cheekily.

"I appreciate that." he replied, and slid his hands up her thighs.

Her legs quivered a little as he reached higher, and eventually he touched her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

"May I take them off?" he asked.

Sarah replied by standing up, and guiding his hands to her crotch.

"Go ahead." She said.

Daniel slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pulled down her panties. He admired her in her full length, and saw that she did indeed wax her pussy. His cock throbbed.

When she sat down again next to him, she spread her legs, giving him an excellent view of her cunt.

Her lips were pink and puffy, and he could see the glistening moisture between them. He licked his lips.

He moved one hand over his sister's outer lips, and his index finger slid slowly between them.

Sarah moaned with pleasure.

"If you like that, wait and see what's coming." he said with a devilish grin.

His finger probed at her entrance, and slid in. She was hot, wet and very tight. He moved his finger in and out, and after a moment added another finger. Then a third.

Sarah was carefully moving her hips along in his rhythm, and soft moans escaped her lips.

"More..." she moaned.

"Are you sure?" Daniel asked.

"Yes." She said. "I want you inside me, now."

Slowly, he parted her lips. Her clit was red, and he ran his thumb over it one more time. Then he moved his body over hers. His cock brushed at her entrance, and she kissed him.

"Fuck me." she whispered.

That was enough encouragement for Daniel. He adjusted his hips slightly, and plunged in.

"Fuck you're tight!" he said.

Sarah gasped in shock and pain.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah," she breathed, "I'm fine. A little sensitive, though."

She smiled a little, as Daniel pulled out and thrust a second time.

As the pain had subsided enough for her to thoroughly enjoy it, she said, "You can stop being so careful now."

Daniel looked at her with concern.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes." she said. "I trust you. I need you. Fuck me, Daniel."

Daniel complied happily, and began seriously fucking her.

He watched her tits wiggle as he pounded her, and her mouth was slightly parted. He thrust harder, and she moaned with pleasure.

"Oh yes, that's good." she said. "Harder!"

He complied, and thrust deep into her. He pulled back out almost entirely, and pushed back hard. He was a little more rough with her than he would have expected a virgin to like, but she loved it.

"Deeper!" she commanded.

Daniel was struck with her eagerness.

"If you want it deeper, you've gotta turn." he said.

He pulled out for a moment, and positioned her on her knees. He made her bend over, and stood behind her. He positioned himself again, and thrust in.

"Ah!" she cried, as his cock slid in to the balls.

With every thrust their bodies collided with a loud slapping noise, and she pushed back her hips to get him in deeper and faster.

Daniel was thrusting with his whole body, and soon he began to feel her convulse.

With a loud moan, she orgasmed, and he slapped her ass. She shrieked with pleasure, and that shriek sent him over the top too.

He shot his sperm deep into her, and her cunt milked him dry.

They lay panting for a moment, and then Daniel slipped out of her.

"Thank you." Sarah said, as they looked at each other.

"For what?"

"For being my first." She said, "And for being so very very good at it."

She grinned.

Daniel kissed her lips softly, and probed his tongue into her mouth. They kissed passionately, and Sarah pressed her tits against his chest.

When they finally broke the kiss, they noted the salty sweat covering their bodies.

"Let's take a shower." Daniel proposed.

"Good idea." Sarah said.

They got up and, walking towards the shower, Daniel admired his sister's body again. She was so pretty, so delicate, so creamy white... And he was so very lucky to be her brother.



Laundry Day



Blacks, whites, darks and lights, I have never been one that likes going to the laundry mat. Being a single man, that is only renting an apartment, and doesn't have the amenities of a full house, kind of puts a strain on the personal life when it comes to the chores. Especially Laundry! 

Week after week, it's the same old thing. Separate all of my clothing, and collect all of the quarters around the house, and my 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee, and after collecting all of my dirty laundry, I head down to the mat. 

Books, magazines, and my laptop, on the rare occasion that I remember to bring it, have gotten quite boring on a weekly basis. I also moved a ways away from the laundry mat that I frequent, so going back to the apartment while I am doing laundry is also out of the question now days. So what's a man to do? 

I mean, not to be sexist, but aren't women supposed to do this for us? Cook and clean and do out laundry? I loathe certain chores, and laundry is one of them. I will mow the grass, fix broken things around the house, and even do the dishes over laundry. It's so time consuming! But I digress... it has to be done.

One summer afternoon, I decided to take my laptop down to the mat, and I decided to get on the internet and read verses buying a book and taking it. So I jumped on google.com and searched the word erotica. 

I have always been into reading erotic stories. I love reading about what goes through other peoples minds, especially when it comes to sexual matters. So when the search results popped up, a link to a site called Literotica.com caught my eye and I decided to check it out. 

The more I read, the more I sat in my chair and got more and more uncomfortable because my erection was throbbing against my jeans, just ready to burst out of my zipper. Ready to be stroked, sucked or rode until it spurted hot creamy jets of thick man juice all over the place. But I kept my cool, and kept my cock in its cage because I didn't want to be put in jail that night for indecent exposure. I can just see the headlines on tomorrow's paper, "Man in Laundry Mat Caught Masturbating." ...But I did get another idea as a beautiful blonde bombshell walked into the mat with two baskets of laundry.

She stood about 5'7" with the nicest set of C-Cups that I had seen in a long time, and a tight little bum, and wonderful legs that sprouted out of a pair of booty shorts. She was enough to make an old man go into cardiac arrest! And as she came in and out with the two baskets of laundry, I felt myself staring, and I felt my computer straining against my wrists because of the monster that was trying to burst out under it. 

"Hi," she said sheepishly when she had brought the last basket in from her car. 

"How are you?" I managed to choke out, half in shock, and half totally titillated that she even spoke to me. 

"I know that I don't really know you, but can I ask a favor of you?" she asked boldly.

"I have to run back home for three more baskets of laundry. I couldn't fit them in my car. It's a VW Bug, and I didn't have room for all of my baskets. Could you do me a favor and watch out for my baskets of laundry while I am gone. I like to wash everything at one time so I am here for the shortest period of time." 

"In a very short few minutes, I will be switching my laundry into the driers, and then I have to go meet my friend, so I can't stay long after they get dry, but until I have to leave, I will watch them." I told her. 

"Thanks, I shouldn't be that long though. I only live right down the street, and all I have to do is grab them and I should be back. Hey, excuse me; I'm going to use the ladies room before I go." She said disappearing past the row of driers and into the family bathroom located in the back of the mat. 

About two and a half minutes later, the blonde immerged from the bathroom with a pink ball in her hand, and as she walked past her baskets, she slyly slid the pink ball of fabric into one of them and continued for the door. 

"Be back," she cooed. 

Once in her car, I realized that under the black shorts that she wore, she was now naked, because the ball of pink fabric that she placed so coyly in her basket was a pair of pink panties! 

I stared intently at the basket, as thoughts raced through my head at millions of miles a second. 'Should I go grab those panties?' 'Why did she take them off?' 'Was it a thong, granny panties, or boy shorts?' 'Does she have a smell, and if so, what does she smell like?' 

All of these thoughts rushed through my head, and before I knew it, I found myself placing my computer underneath the bench, as I got up and approached the basket. Once I was there, I knelt down and dug gently for the piece of pink fabric that was placed oh so carefully into the pile of clothing. 

I held the pair of cotton boy shorts in my hand, and brought the glorious treasure to my nose and deeply inhaled. The euphoric high swirled around my head as the raw spicy smell of unwashed pussy pervaded throughout the air. She had just woken up from a hot sweaty sleep and through her shorts over her panties and came down to the mat without her morning shower. It smelled so incredibly good; I almost came on the spot with out even touching my cock. And to my delight, she couldn't quite make it to the bathroom; because a wet spot had spread right where her delightful pussy lips had lain on the fabric, as she must have dribbled a little piss on the fabric as she hurried to get them down to relieve herself. 



Looking more intently, I a small white spot was evident in the crotch of her panties, where a little cum from last night had leaked and dried. Now my cock was about to explode if I didn't do something about this situation. I quickly got up, and stuffed the cotton rag into my pants pocket, and threw my clothes in the drier and shakily added quarters to each machine and then made a B-line for the bathroom as I slammed the door behind me. 

The thought of watching that blonde's clothes had long since left me, and especially now as I tore my jeans open with absolute fervor, and grabbed my throbbing cock by the base. I wrapped it in the pink pussy covering and I feverishly started jerking like it was my job.

I didn't just beat my cock in the respect as I always did; you know the caressing of yourself, as only you know how. No one can make you feel like you can and everyone that masturbates can attest to that, but in this instance, I didn't have much time to be kind. I was ripping my cock back and forth, up and down, trying so hard to squirt my man juice all over the gusset of this disgustingly hot girl's panties before she made it back. 



I felt the burn down deep after about five minutes of this physical abuse my cock was receiving. The wet spot that was left on the panties from the piss, now felt cool every time it touched my cock, as my cock felt as if it were on fire. I had to cum. I needed this like I needed air in my lungs. The pulsing of my heartbeat and the deep breathing from the pit of my lungs pulsated and rang out in my own ears as the thousands of tiny sperm traveled through the canal of my urethra and flying out onto the fabric that had moments before covered the sweetest smelling thing that I had smelled in a long time. 

*

The euphoric high from the most powerful orgasm that had stricken me in ages blurred my vision and I actually stumbled backwards into the wall and hit my head lightly on the horrible flower pattern wallpapered walls of the laundry mat's bathroom. 

As I came down off of my high, I realized my surroundings and also realized what I had just done. I also realized that my huge sloppy load of cum was now plastered all over the wall, the toilet, and best of all, the pink 'rag' (yeah now they were nothing more than a cum rag) that was yet wrapped around my cock; that was rapidly becoming flaccid due to the exertive exercise it had just received. 

'Now what do I do?' I thought. I wiped up all of the remaining cum that was on my fingers and cock, and stuffed the cum rag in my pocket. I washed my hands in the sink, and decided that I was going to leave the massive mess on the toilet and the wall for the next unsuspecting victim. Oh well, worse things have happened; and I left the bathroom.

*

As I sat down and picked up my laptop that I had stashed under my upturned laundry baskets and placed under my bench, I looked up and my heart dropped! The blonde walked back into the mat with her hands full of two baskets of clothing. The gentleman thing to do would have been to offer the lady some help with her baskets, but I couldn't move! Time in my little world seemed to have stopped and I couldn't say anything, move, or even breathe. 

"Hey, I'm back..." she said breathing heavily and setting the baskets by the others. 

Millions of thoughts raced through my head. What if she notices they are gone? What if she questions me? What will I say? What will I do? What if she asks for them back? What if she calls the cops? What the hell? And right then I realized I was probably fucked if anything drastic happened. And if nothing happened, I would never do anything like this again! 

She finished unloading the car by herself, (yeah I am an asshole, go ahead and say it) and she brought her detergent and bleach into the mat and started loading machines. The awkwardness of the whole situation was too much for me to handle! The bright green 3 that was on my driers plagued me horribly! Three Horrible, Long, Tedious, and Painstaking minutes were left on the driers and I didn't want to wait for them to pass. 

To make things worse, the blonde, (isn't that a shame, I didn't know her name) kept trying to prod information out of me. "So are you from around here? So how old are you? So what do you do for a living? So... SO... SO?" she begged, and prodded. 

My cotton mouth situation didn't help me answer her questions, and the sweat beading on my forehead wasn't a tell tale give away that there was something wrong with me... No, not at all! 

And then, as if an angel swooped down and picked me up, 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZZZZZZ. I could have done cartwheels at that particular moment. My driers had finally stopped. So I tried to gather up my things as inconspicuously as I could and I took the first two baskets to my car and returned to get the third. 

Upon leaving the blonde said good bye and just as I was about to leave...

"Hey," she called out. As I turned to face her, "I'm here every Friday morning..." 

I was slightly lost by her comment, so I became a little inquisitive. I'll know not to next time!

"Ok? Why do you say that?"

"Well just incase you would like to come do laundry with me. It gets lonely in here sometimes." 

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." I said turning to leave. My heart was racing at break neck speeds, but I was almost scot free! I could taste freedom. She didn't say anything. Dumb Blonde! If she only knew....

"And incase you want anymore of my panties..."

I fainted. 

When I came too, some twenty minutes later, my face was damp from a wet towel, and there was an EMS worker stationed at each side of me. Socks, jeans, and polo shirts lay strewn at my feet, a jacket under my head for support, and a wet spot now bled through the jeans I was wearing at the pocket where the massive sperm bank had made its way through the panties and my jeans. And a blonde supermodel towered over my head with a cell phone in hand. 

Needless to say, this was an experience that I will never forget! 

...Oh and her name was Ashley! 



Laundry Day



To cut straight to the chase, I want to fuck my mother. At age 53, Denise Shaw isn't quite what you'd consider a spring chicken, but she has kept herself looking quite nice. Aside from a paunchy stomach, she has a gorgeous pear-shaped figure. Her tits are smallish and sag slightly but look just right on her frame. Her ass is magnificent; large and perfectly rounded. I couldn't stop daydreaming about holding it in my hands or nestling my dick between the cheeks.

When my wife told me that her parents were moving upstairs from us, I protested and feigned that I was merely conceding on the situation. But the truth was I was delighted. It meant that I would be spending more time around Denise. The best part of which was the fact that, perhaps due to her small bust size, she generally walked around without a bra on.

She was never self-conscious about being braless. While sometimes she wore a heavier shirt, a sweater if it was really cold, she more often wore something loose and light, usually something with straps instead of sleeves. These shirts often resulted in her nipples poking fiercely against the fabric.

I could clearly make out the shape of her nipples. They hung low on her breasts but jutted forward, perhaps a quarter-inch. Her areolas were about the size of quarters. And being about a foot taller than her, I had quite the advantageous view down her shirt. If she bent over in front of me (and I always tried to position myself for the best angle possible), I could see the entire orb of her breast, sans nipple. The creamy white flesh, just a shade paler than the rest of her skin, would give me an instant erection. It took all my willpower not to reach forward and pull the shirt further so I could see her nipples as well.

I could never tell if she realized how revealing she was or how much I strained to see. If she did, she didn't seem to care or mind.

The other advantage to having my mother live upstairs was easy access to her underwear. Each floor had its own laundry chute leading to the basement. Everyday, when I was sure I was alone in the house, I'd head down to the basement so that I could rifle through her linen.

I came to learn that she owned two bras, one black, the other light brown. Both were sized 34B, which is what I had figured her bust to be. She had, as far as I could tell, eight pair of panties: three white, two teal, two black, and one light brown. All sized eight, presumably to allow enough space for that ass of hers. None were fancy, simply Hanes nylon, with a cotton crotch lining, though one of the black ones was on the sheer side. But the fact that they had touched her cunt was enough to drive me wild.

I would caress them all over my face, putting the gusset up to my nose so I could inhale the scent of her sex. Monday nights were the most exciting because those were the nights she would fuck her husband. If possible, on those nights, I'd head downstairs as soon as I could hear she was in the shower so I could take a whiff of the fresh pussy smell.

It was a daily ritual for me, being down in the basement, standing by the laundry chute, one hand pressing her panties against my face, the other wrapped around my cock. Sometimes I'd rub her underwear against the tip of my dick. Imagining what she looks like naked, how she'd feel with her legs wrapped around me, I'd lose myself in the ecstasy of the moment. I'd lose myself so completely that I wouldn't pay any attention to what was going on around me.

Which is why it caught me by surprise when I heard a voice say, "Richard?"

I opened my eyes to see Denise, eyes wide, mouth agape, staring at me, a laundry basket in her arms. She must've come down to do some washing. My hand dropped, her underwear falling to the floor, my dick sticking straight out through the fly of my jeans. Though it was probably only a moment, it felt like forever that we just stood there, neither of us making a move.

Finally, she spoke. "I'm sorry..."

"No, no, I'm sorry."

"I didn't realize you were..." She blushed as she trailed off, obviously embarrassed.

"It's not what it looks like."

"I think it is. It looks like... I don't know..."

"I just find you incredibly attractive," I blurted out.

"You do?" I nodded as I tucked my penis back into my pants. "That's very, uh, kind of you to say."

"It's true."

I would've never expected to hear the following words out of her mouth. "Would you like to smell the real thing?"

"What?"

She slowly put down the laundry basket, allowing me a nice glimpse of her cleavage. "I always suspected you were staring at my breasts. Which I found flattering." She stood up and grabbed a handful of her skirt. "And if my underwear gets that reaction from you, I have to wonder what if you saw what was underneath." She slowly began to hike up her skirt. "That is, if you want to... Dick," The way she said my name, it was clear she wanted to be naughty.

"I do."

She kept raising her skirt, revealing her legs. They were veiny from varicose, but that did not stop my excitement, waiting for the prize. Finally, her skirt was completely bunched up in her hands around her waist. I could see her panty-clad crotch. She was wearing one of her white pairs. "Don't be shy," she said.

I knelt down before her, placing my fingers around the band of her knickers. I pulled them down slowly, wanting to keep the anticipation heightened. Finally they were around her ankles and she stepped out of them. I admired her beautiful pussy. She had a hairy pussy, but it was well kept. I moved in closer to take in that familiar scent. It was just like what I smelled in her panties, but a much stronger scent. I got so hard, I had to unzip myself and pull out my erection for relief.

I parted her legs to allow better access to her lips. I felt her shudder as my tongue ran against the labia. Licking up and down the slit, teasing the wetness out of her. She tensed up then eased back against the washing machine. I reached up to grab her bulbous ass and push her against me. My tongue explored the folds of her pussy. Once I found her clit, I licked around it, her moans increasing each time I got closer.

After a couple of minutes of teasing, I dove in for her clit, licking and sucking on it. Her moans got louder, and she even let a few "Oh fucks" slip out. I had never heard Denise swear, let alone in an orgasmic manner. I was excited beyond no end. I let go off her butt so I could use my hands to spread her pussy lips wider. I alternated between licking her clit and sticking my tongue in her hole. Then I slowly inserted my index and middle finger inside of her. I pushed them in as deep as they would go. She wasn't exactly tight, the result of giving birth to three children, but she was far from loose. I kept speeding up my rhythms until the combination of the clit suck and finger fuck was too much for her. Her thighs clamped down and her hips bucked wildly against me. I think she bit down on her hand to muffle her scream of ecstasy as her orgasm gushed all over me.

Once it began to subside, I pulled back. Her hands let go of her skirt and it fell to the sides as she tried to catch her breath. Once she regained her composure, she looked at me and said, still slightly breathless, "My god, Richard, it's been much too long since I've been eaten out."

"Then perhaps, we should make it make a more regular occurrence."

"Perhaps." Then she looked down at the erection sticking out of my pants. "Oh my, it looks like I've left you with a bit of a problem." She kneeled down next to me on the floor. "I guess it's only right of me to help take care of it." I was not about to complain. She grabbed my cock and began gingerly stroking it. Her touch was so warm, I got harder, if it were possible. "You've got a nice big dick, Dick."

I appreciated the compliment, even though at approximately five and three-quarter inches, I would more generously be considered average.

"I bet you'd like to stick it in me." I nodded my head enthusiastically. I'd be foolish not to want to. She laid on her back and spread her legs while I stood up and removed my pants. "Fuck me," she said, "Fuck me now."

I was more than happy to oblige.

I positioned myself between her legs and placed the tip of my penis against the entrance of her pussy, which caused her to shudder. I lowered the straps of her shirt down enough to release her breasts. Though I had more or less seen them through the revealing tops she's worn, here they were in the actual flesh. Her nipples were a shade darker than I had imagined. I dove right in and began sucking on her left tit, while I squeezed the other one in my hand. At the same, I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside of her waiting cunt. I switched attention on her tits while I fully entered her. The moans emanating from Denise's mouth indicated she was thoroughly enjoying this.

Her Kegel muscles clamped around me and I almost blew my load right there. I slowly rocked my hips, pushing in and out. I cupped both breasts in my hands, a perfect size for holding, and alternated between which nipple I sucked. Licking, biting, squeezing the tit while I tried to fit as much of it as I could into my mouth.

Her hips bucked against mine, matching my rhythms as I would speed up and slow down my thrusts. Then I would pull out as much as I could without completely leaving her pussy then thrust back in as deep as I could then holding it still before repeating. She screamed in pleasure at each plunge.

Then I let go of her tits so I could grab her legs and rest them on my shoulders. I pushed forward so I could get in deep inside her pussy. I kept going faster and faster, and I could no longer hold out. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered in her ear.

"Cum inside me." And so I did. Shooting thick load after thick load into her. After all the semen I had was emptied inside her, I stayed inside of her until I fully softened. When I pulled out, a trail of cum ran down the crack of her ass and settled on the floor.

"Sorry, looks like I made a mess," I said.

"That's okay." She took her panties and wiped off her vagina and the mess on the floor. "If I'm going to wash them anyway." Then she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Though, I may need you to start helping me do my laundry."



Laundry Day



My wife is an amazing woman. She is the mother of our 4 children, she home schools and nurtures them and she is a great wife. We have gone through a rough patch with a lot of personal issues over the last few months but I have to tell you that it has brought us closer together as a couple both spiritually and physically. 

Due to the downturn in the economy money has become fairly tight for our family so my wife and I had agreed that we would not buy anything for each other this Christmas. The few days before Christmas were filled with a lot of time spent with family and friends and so we did not have much time for each other. We were desperately trying to clean the house on Christmas Eve to prepare for the family coming over the next day when Cari (my wife) went upstairs to fold and put laundry away. I was still working on the main floor when a few minutes later she called down to ask if I could help her fold some laundry. 

I finished what I was doing and then made my way up the stairs to our bedroom where she always folds the laundry. When I walked into the room it was dark except for a small lamp in the corner and Cari had put our fireplace on. Cari was standing with her hands on her hips. She had on a see through white bra and thong underwear. I hadn't seen her in this type of lingerie in about 10 years. She was a vision of beauty. She smiled as I stared at her. I swear that I could see her nipples become erect through her bra. She asked me if I liked what she was wearing. I honestly could not answer her. I was speechless. She came over to me and felt my full erection through my pants and said that she would take that as a yes and then she wished me a Merry Christmas. 

I am not sure what came over me at that point. I kneeled down immediately and put my mouth over her lace covered nipples, sucking them into my mouth. Cari moaned with appreciation. I literally made love to one breast as I pulled on the other nipple. 

After a few minutes of that I then laid her down on our bed and kissed down her belly until I reached her thong. Oral sex is not a regular part of our lovemaking so Cari was pleasantly surprised when I pulled her thong to the side and began to kiss and lick her pussy lips. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my head into her pussy even harder as I then sucked on the hard nub of her clit. Within a minute she had her first orgasm as she buried her face in her pillow to quiet her screams. 

As she was calming down from her orgasm I could not wait any longer and quickly stripped off my clothes. I then flipped her over to her stomach and lifted her hips in the air. Looking down at the vision of loveliness that was before me I placed my hard erection at the opening of her now engorged lips and asked her if she was ready. 

Cari moved her hips back and pushed herself up to me and just said three simple words, "Please fuck me". That was all I needed to hear as I pushed myself into her with a force that even surprised me. As soon as I was as deep as I could go I pulled almost all the way out and pushed in hard again. At first I was afraid that I might be hurting her but when Cari began to moan into the pillow I couldn't stop myself. I grabbed on to her hips and furiously pounded away. Cari just kept telling me that she loved it and was looking forward to cumming with me. I reached up her body and pulled back on her hair in almost a caveman sort of way. I just could not get enough of her body and what she was doing to me. 

As I pulled on her hair I lifted her body so she was kneeling now on the bed with me still thrusting inside of her. I then pulled the straps down on her bra and began to literally maul her breasts, pulling and squeezing her nipples. She reached down and began to furiously rub her clitoris and telling me that she would be cumming again soon. 

I was shocked when she all of a sudden pulled off of me and then I realized what she wanted as she lay down on her back again on the bed with her legs spread as wide as they could go. She told me that she wanted me to make love to her now until we both came and today as my Christmas present she would allow me to cum anywhere on her body that I wanted to. 

I moved between her legs once again with my throbbing erection and this time gently eased into her and then leaned down and gently brought her left nipple into my mouth. She wrapped her legs around me as we once again developed a rhythm that was certainly going to cause both of us to orgasm shortly. As I alternated between her nipples she once again reached down with her own finger and began to rub her clit, bringing herself closer to orgasm. 

I felt Cari begin to orgasm even before she moaned into my shoulder. The walls of her pussy clamped tightly around my erection in almost a vice and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as she came. As she was cumming I slowed down my thrusting and allowed her to slightly recover from her orgasm. Within a minute or so of this slight thrusting I knew that I could not hold out much longer and told her so. She reached down and began rub her clit again telling me to hold off just for another minute as she wanted to cum with me this time. I lay there barely thrusting and watched in amazement at this beautiful woman who lay underneath me pleasuring herself. Cari very quickly told me that she was about to cum as well and told me to pull out so that I could have my present. I thrust a couple more times and then pulled out as I felt the impending release. 

I watched her chest turn beat red again as her orgasm overtook her again as I stroked myself to one of the most powerful orgasms that I have ever experienced. I kneeled up just as I came, spurting cum all over her neck, breasts and stomach. I think for a moment I almost blacked out as one of my fantasies was fulfilled. 

After I had finally finished cumming, I lay down beside Cari as we both looked into each others eyes knowing how much we love one another. She then surprised me again when she used her finger and took some of my cum off her nipple and placed into her mouth. She smiled and said it didn't taste too bad and maybe on Valentines Day another fantasy might become a reality!



Laundry Day



It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. This was the day my son and I did all of our laundry. We were usually sitting around in our underwear or an old t-shirt while all our clothes were in the wash.

My son Alex and I were all that was left of our family. His father had left us years earlier and we lost touch with him completely. 

Alex attended a local community college. He played football and had been on the wrestling team and he had a rock solid body. He was a very handsome young man. 

We were very comfortable around each other, it was nothing for us to walk through the house naked, especially at night when we would run to the bathroom or to the refrigerator for a late night snack, so we had seen each other in the buff from time to time. 

I tried not to look at him... or at least not get caught looking at my son's naked body, but at times it was difficult to look away. He was certainly quite attractive. I've caught him getting an eyeful of my breasts or my neatly trimmed pussy every now and then too, but he would quickly turn his head away. Neither of us really thought anything of it. 

**

Today Alex was reclining at the end of the couch in his briefs watching the television. I was leaning against him as I stretched out on the couch reading one of my trashy novels. I was in a white t-shirt and panties. As we listened to the washing machine waiting for each cycle to end I asked Alex to give me one of his famous backrubs. He straddled my back sitting Indian style as he started working on my shoulders. I leaned forward as he started working his way down my spine through the shirt.

I asked him to stop for a moment while I took off my shirt. He didn't seem to mind, but he must have gotten an eyeful of my breasts as they swung a little each time he would knead his hands into my back, because I began to feel an erection pressing into my lower back. 

The TV show he was watching was one of those "do it yourself" woodworking programs. The man was talking about how to pick out the right type of wood for your hardwood floors. "Speaking of wood..." I said. I turned around as he scooted back. He was trying to cover up, but his erection was a little too much for his tight briefs to conceal. I have never seen my son's erect cock before, but I must say it was quite impressive. 

"Those drawers are a little tight aren't they Alex?"

He shyly said, "These are one of my old pairs, all my good one's are in the wash."

"Well mister, you might as well take those off, because they aren't helping you much, they look uncomfortable too!"

He stood up and pulled the waistband carefully over his erection and dropped them down to the floor.

Holy Cow! He was much larger than his father. This boy was sporting about 11 inches! His erection was growing and throbbing with every second! He must have been more than a little aroused and he was pretending to be embarrassed. There was pre-cum forming at the end. He sat back down behind me to finish my backrub. 

"Try not to stab me with that thing while you're back there!" I joked. I felt the head of his cock pressing into my back from time to time. It was hot and it throbbed with his heartbeat.

When he finished, he reclined like he had been earlier and I laid down with my head on his thigh. I noticed that his erection would not go away so I turned my head so that I was looking right at it. The head was purple and his shaft was veined and must have been as big around as a coke bottle. His balls were the size of oranges. "Son, you're hung like a racehorse!"

He cleared his throat and tried to excuse himself to his bedroom. I said, "I know what you're going to do in there, why don't you let me help you out?" 

"Are you sure?" Alex stammered.

"Not a problem," I said as I reached for his huge erection. I could not get my hand around this monster! I'm sure he noticed that my nipples were getting hard. My left breast was pressed into his thigh. I began stroking him with my right hand. He began to moan and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I was becoming extremely wet. I got down on the floor between his knees so that I could use both hands on him. 

This was so exciting and forbiddingly erotic! I was giving my own handsome son a hand job!

I increased the pace and blew lightly on the enormous bulbous head. I loved the feel of his organ between my fingers and it was obvious that he was about to come. He tensed up suddenly and began shooting his semen all over the place. The first several spurts shot up into the air at least three feet and landed on his chest and on the couch behind him. I had never seen anything like it!

"Feel better?" I asked. "Yes, much better. I can't believe we just did that!" 

"It's alright, I could tell you needed some attention, you were about to burst!"

His cock softened a little in my hand but not for long. I sat down beside him again, picked up my book and pretended to read. In just a few minutes, he was back at full attention. He was obviously quite proud of his horse-sized cock. 

"Mom", he said sheepishly.

"Yes", I replied trying to act nonchalant.

"What do you think?" 

"What?" I said,

"Do you think we could you know, do it?"

"Alex!" I exclaimed. "I've never had sex with someone so well hung, that thing would kill me! Besides, we've got to draw the line somewhere."

"I know mom, but my girlfriend wouldn't do it with me because she said I was too big."

"Well, I don't know," I said, looking back down at his cock, "You'll have to go slow, it's been a long time for your old mom."

"Old? You look great mom, you don't look old! All my friends think you're hot!"

"Well you can't tell your friends about all this!" I stated.

"Of course not!" he giggled.

I stood up and removed my panties. I was completely nude in front of my completely nude son, but it didn't feel perverted at all! I was so horny that my pussy was drooling! 

"Let me get on top, I need to be able to control this," I said.

"O.k. with me," said Alex.

I climbed into his lap and bent over to kiss him on the cheek. He instinctively grabbed my hips and guided me over his foot long dick. It seemed to be even larger that before. 

He started to breath heavily as I brushed my pussy against the end of his shaft. I reached down to grab him and try to guide him into his mothers' vagina. It looked like an impossible fit but I was determined to give it a go. 

I pressed down with all 120 pounds of myself to try to get him in me. The head soon went into me and I could barely breath! I began to climax. I soon loosened up and "in he went"! 

He was trying to piston into me but I told him that I need to wait a moment. He was soon all the way in and pressing his cock-head against my cervix. He reached up and started nibbling on my tits. Damn that felt good!

"I feel like quite a woman," I said to him as he sucked on my nipples.

He started moving in and out of me again and I climaxed three or four times in a row! Soon I was bouncing up and down, fucking him with everything I had. 

He fucked me like this for about 5 minutes. I felt him shuddering as he began to cum. I felt his sperm splashing into my womb. It was flowing out of my pussy and we were a huge sticky mess! I didn't even think about the fact that we were having unprotected sex. It wasn't a dangerous time of the month so I wasn't too worried.

I finally collapsed and rolled back onto the couch. His erection finally began to subside.

"That was really great, mom."

"I'm glad I could be of service," I panted, trying to catch my breath.

Just then the buzzer on the dryer went off and he got up to unload it. I grabbed my t-shirt and tried to clean up some Alex's cum that was all over my thighs.

We just went about the day like nothing had ever happened. It was really weird feeling!

While I was doing the dished later that evening, Alex walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you mom", "I love you too", I said. He began pushing his latest erection into the crack of my ass.

"Oh no, I just got out of the shower and put on clean panties," I said. 

"But mom, it was so much fun, I could do that all day."

"I can tell!" as he continued pushing his cock into my back. 

We scampered off to the bedroom and were butt naked before we got to the bed. I spread out on my back and he mounted me missionary style. My head was swimming as he humped my like an animal. I had two orgasms before he came. His balls churned up such a huge load of semen that I was overflowing. I had to get a towel to clean myself up again.

He quickly became hard again and asked me to give him a blowjob. I tried my best but I could barely get past the head of that huge organ. I pumped him with my fist as hard as I could. I thought that since he had cum three times already that he would have a smaller load. I was wrong about that! He came like a champ and I couldn't swallow all of it down. It came out the sides of my mouth as I choked it down as fast as I could. His cum had a nice taste to it, I didn't mind at all. I was really enjoying my new sex-life.

We drifted off to sleep and I awoke later that with a fresh hard cock rubbing the back of my thigh. He got on his knees when he noticed I was awake and pulled me up on all fours. He stroked the head of his cock up and down my pussy getting me nice and wet and then mounted me doggy style. I don't know what I had started, but he would never let me stop. To tell the truth, I was enjoying every minute of it. 

We fucked pretty regularly for the next few days and we never used any protection. I told him that my fertile time was coming up in a few days and he needed to start pulling out or using a condom. I was sure to get pregnant with all of that semen constantly being pumped into me. He agreed and started pulling out from time to time. I bought him some condoms and we tried those too. He complained about both methods. I guess I needed to get to the doctor and get on birth control. 

On the night that I had ovulated, I asked him to be very careful. He was so sweet to me that day. He fixed me dinner and gave me a backrub while we watched a movie. I began rubbing his leg and he quickly responded with a huge erection. I pulled his shorts down and began giving him a slow hand job. He pulled me to the floor and quickly mounted me. As he began to slowly screw my brains out, I realized the he wasn't wearing a condom. 

Suddenly, for some reason I wasn't bothered a bit. He began speeding up and slammed into me pretty hard. We hadn't had sex for about two days so I know he was brewing up a huge load of cum. He pounded away for about five minutes and asked in a panting breath, "Mom, can I cum in you?" 

I wrapped my legs around his back and answered by pulling him deeper into me. He cut loose with a torrent and filled me up! I almost shouted in joy as he planted his seed in my womb. We fucked four more times that night. I was sore and he was exhausted, but we were both sure that I was knocked up.

Two weeks later, I missed my period. What am I going to tell all of our friends now?



Laundry Day



"... so I might have to ask my boss for a lift," Ian moaned.

"That sucks," I replied vaguely. I hadn't really been listening. I stole another glance at the clock on the wall as I took another bite of the piece of toast I had been nibbling at for the past ten minutes. Eight twenty-six. Come on.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go," Ian said as he downed the last of his coffee. "Don't forget, it's your turn to do laundry this week, sis."

"Yeah, I'm not the one who always forgets," I called after my brother, but he was already out the door.

As soon as I heard his footsteps receding down the stairs, I dropped the rest of my half-eaten toast and made for the bathroom through my bedroom. The apartment our aunt had found and rented for us in town after Mom and Dad died was quite small, with only two rooms and an adjoining bathroom between them, but neither of us had really cared. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but it just felt good be away from concerned relatives.

The laundry basket we shared was about three-quarters full. I reached into it and fished a pair of boxer shorts off near the top of the pile. There was, as always, a telltale drying stain at the front. Bringing the soiled boxers to my face, I breathed in the heady smell of my brother's cum. The alkaline tang made my breath catch in my throat. Ever since I found out that my brother jacked off when he woke up every morning it had become almost a morning routine for me to use his cum-stained boxers as a masturbatory aid.

Ian had left later than usual today, and I had a class at ten. To be safe, I decided to load up the washing machine first. The wash-and-spin cycle took a little over an hour, which would give me ample time to cum and shower before taking the clothes out, loading in the delicates and going to my ten o'clock class.

An idea struck me as I was sifting through the laundry taking out the delicates. I picked up my brother's boxer shorts again. Why not? The morning air wafted against my nether lips as I quickly slipped out of my comfortable pajama shorts, and into the boxers. I usually just buried my face in the boxers as I got off, but the coolness of the still-damp stain as it rested against my lower belly felt for some reason even naughtier.

A familiar sense of shame washed over me at feeling lust towards my brother, but the vague sense of wrongness only made titillation more potent. I felt my pussy clenched with arousal, and almost on its own volition my hand had slid down under the elastic band of the boxers. I managed to stop myself before my fingers reached my clit. I should probably deal with the laundry first. I'd almost certainly have no time to take the first load of laundry out if I started pleasuring myself now.

Energized by the anticipation, I quickly sorted through and brought the delicates to the washing machine. There wasn't a proper laundry room in the small apartment, and the washing machine was just tucked into an unused corner of the kitchen. Ours was one of those old top-loading behemoths. It was probably older than I was, and it shook and clanged mightily every time.

I loaded the clothes into the washing machine absently, set the wash cycle and started it up. I barely registered the low hum of the washing machine starting its cycle, my mind already focused on the sensation of the fabric of my brother's boxers rippling lightly against my crotch. As I turned away there was a niggling feeling that I had forgotten something. I scowled at the washing machine for a moment before I remembered.

Damn. In my haste I had forgotten to put any washing powder in. I scanned the kitchen and realized that the washing powder was up on a high shelf above the washing machine. When it's my turn to do the laundry I always leave the box of washing powder on the top of the machine instead of back on the high shelf, but Ian always forgets that I am half a foot shorter than he is.

I leaned on tiptoe over the rumbling washing machine, trying to reach the shelf. I gasped as the corner of the vibrating washing machine slid under my crotch. The flash of pleasure that shot through me as it grazed my clit made my legs go a little weak, and I had to brace a hand on the machine to prevent myself from crumpling to the floor. The motion made the corner slide up over my clit again.

"Oh," I said. "Ohhh."

Experimentally I tiptoed again, at just the right height that my clit was pressed against the corner of the machine through the fabric of the boxers. As if it read my mind, at that very moment the washing machine began spinning faster, making the whole thing shake and hum more vigorously than before. The sensation on my clit of the vibrating metal through the wet cotton made me feel light-headed. I had wanted to take this slower, but the novelty of this exhilarating new method was rapidly pushing me over the brink. When I looked down I could see the damp stain that marked Ian's cum being subsumed by a growing dark patch of my own wetness. The thought of our juices mingling together-

"Oh." I flinched at the sound of Ian's voice behind me. The shock made me stumble sideways, and I grabbed onto the kitchen countertop for purchase.

"Oh god, Em, I'm so sorry," he said, quickly swinging the kitchen door close. Outside the door he paused. "Are those my boxers?"

"No," I lied, "I, um. Don't know what you mean." My denial was undercut by the husky quaver in my own voice.

I held my breath, waiting to see how he'd react, but he made no reply, though I could still see his shadow from under the door. There was a moment of awkward silence before I saw the shadow under the door move away and heard the door to his room click shut.

Oh, no. That snapped me out of my trance. I knew I had to handle this quickly, or it'd become weird between us. I desperately wanted to avoid that.

I knocked tentatively on the door of his room, and when there was no response I opened it. He was having a smoke by his window, resolutely avoiding meeting my eye. With his shirt-and-tie he made a dashing silhouette against the window, I noted guiltily. It might have been the heightened state of arousal I was in, but I felt a rush of desire just then.

I shook myself. Get a grip, Em.

"I thought. I thought you stopped smoking."

He gave a half-hearted chuckle. "Well, we all have secret vices."

An awkward pause. "Ian, I wasn't- "

"Em! Stop. I don't want to know, alright." He took a deep drag of his cigarette, looking out his window. He had a look on his face that I wasn't sure what to make of.

I milled at his door, unsure how to proceed. "I didn't know you were going to come back home, alright?"

He seemed to make a decision as he put out his cigarette on the window frame. The corner of his mouth tugged into his stupid lopsided grin, which I knew was his conciliatory grin. "I forgot my cigarettes," he said with a self-effacing shrug. "That's why I came back. Can we agree never to talk ab- um."

He stopped in mid-movement when he turned towards me. His wide eyes were matched by his suddenly flaring nostrils. I followed the direction of his gaze downwards, but with a sinking feeling I realized why before I saw it. Shit. I was still wearing his boxers, the crotch still glistening darkly with an unmistakable wet patch.

I was extremely mortified, and for a moment I was paralysed by indecision. After what seemed like an awkward eternity, Ian moved first, grabbing his keys and avoiding my eye. When he passed me by the door the odor of cigarettes and the underlying clean pine smell of the body wash he used was overwhelming, making my belly lurch with liquid heat. Seizing on the impulse of the moment I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Before I had time for second thoughts, he reciprocated and in a flash we were in each other's arms and his tongue was in my mouth-

"Wait." He tore his face away from mine. "We can't-"

Ian's hesitation gave me pause as well. I had fantasized about my brother ever since I became sexually aware, but this was crossing an entirely different threshold. It was this thought, and maybe the insistent tingle in my crotch, that spurred me onwards.

Swallowing nervously, I lowered my hands across the small of his back to clutch his buttocks. "Let me- let me take care of you," I said, putting as much sultriness in my voice as I knew how to. With trembling hands I undid his belt and the button of his trousers. His scent was intoxicating - sexy but also comforting at the same time. I pulled down the zip to reveal the bulge of his cock straining against the boxers, the same cut as the one I was currently wearing. His manhood twitched and grew visibly as I rubbed my hand up and down against the shaft through the plain dark cotton. When I looked up again at his face I saw the lust and confusion I felt mirrored in his face, though he made no move to push me away.

I dropped to my knees on the living room floor. With my heart in my throat I slid my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and peeled it off his engorged cock. My tongue snaked out, giving the underside of his cock an experimental lick. His entire body shuddered and his cock twitched, the circumcised bulb bumping lightly onto the tip of my nose.

Ian gave a nervous chuckle and I couldn't help but grin up at him. Focusing again on his cock, I licked my lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock. With an exhaled 'ha', like he was surprised at the sensation, he seemed to shrink back reflexively, then his hip surged forward, propelling his shaft deeper into my mouth.

My brother groaned as I sucked on his cock. His cock was strangely velvety but hard at the same time. As I ran my tongue around the head there was a slightly bitter undertaste to it that reminded me of clean soap. For some reason that turned me on even more. I slid a hand under my pajama shorts and began to play with my clit. It didn't take long before my hand was sticky with pussy juices.

I began bobbing my head more vigorously, wrapping my free hand around the base of his shaft. He brought his hands from his sides to rest on my head, his thumb tracing little circles in my hair. It was an affectionate gesture I remembered from when he was much taller than I was.

Ian came a few seconds after I did, tensing up and spurting warm cum in my mouth as I moaned and shuddered around his cock. I swallowed instinctively, though the bitterness made me gag.

"I'm sorry! For, uh, finishing in your mouth," he said as I slumped back, licking my lips. When I looked up I saw that he had a sheepish frown on his face.


"It's fine," I said breathlessly, flush with pleasure. I grinned up at him. "You really should stop smoking."

"Okay, mother", or some other smart ass retort would usually be his response, but he just said "I'm late for work, I have to go," and almost fled the house, tucking his cock (still moist from my saliva) back into his pants as he made a beeline for the door.

"Dammit," I muttered to myself. I buried my face in my hands. What had I done?

The rest of the day was a blur. I found it hard to concentrate in class. I kept checking my phone, hoping that Ian had replied to my frantic message ("are we ok?"). My brother was the closest person in the world to me. My aunt took us in after our parents died, but she'd always kept us at arm's length. I don't blame her. She never got past the death of her sister, and seeing my mother's features in us every day must have been painful for her. And the other relatives treated us with kid gloves but our parents had never been close to them, and they had nothing to offer but condolences.

Throughout all that, my brother and I have had each other's backs. And this morning he couldn't even look me in the eye, after. Had fulfilling a fantasy I'd had since adolescence been worth the fallout? It was a self-loathing rhetorical question – but then I thought about the way his tongue tasted in my mouth; the heat of his body as he held me in his arms; the particular way he kneaded my scalp as I sucked his cock. Yes, the stubborn voice at the back of my head insisted.

Then came the shame. I knew, intellectually, that incest was wrong, so why was I so turned on by the thought? Thinking back, I'd always had some feelings for my brother. I remember hating his high school girlfriend. Though I didn't really know until we'd moved into this apartment, I accidentally found his porn folder, and found myself more aroused by knowing what he jerked off to than by the porn itself. And the shame was always lurking close behind the arousal, adding an indefinably delicious tinge to it.

It was in this haze of shame and uncertainty that I sleepwalked through my day. I was absently collecting laundry from the washing machine when I heard the front door open. I tensed up, and almost subconsciously I felt my pussy moisten.

"Hey sis, what's up?" he said casually when he saw me. "I ate with some other guys from work. You didn't ask so I didn't pack anything for you."

So we're pretending nothing happened. I shrugged mentally and turned back to the laundry. That was probably for the best. "No problem, I've eaten too," I said, as if I hadn't spent the entire day on a nervous edge. "I went down to the letterbox, you have-"

I faltered mid-sentence as I felt the sudden warmth of a body pressed against my back, not least the hard rod nestling between the top of my butt cheeks. I closed the lid of the machine and turned my upper body to look at him. I found my face barely an inch away from his. For a few moments, we felt our ragged breaths on each other's lips, and I was lost in his brown eyes, so like mine, seeing a tinny reflection of myself in the dark of his pupil.

"Rough day?" I said finally. I meant it light-heartedly but nervousness and arousal made it sound like a come on.

He leaned in to wrap my lips in his, and I melted in his arms. With urgent need I fumbled with the buckle of his pants, and they dropped them to his ankles. At the same time he was peeling off my shorts and panties. His unfettered, fully erect cock pressed into the valley of my butt crack, pushing my exposed crotch against the cold metal edge of the washing machine.

"We're doing this," I said breathlessly.

"We are," he said, with an urgent tone that brooked no argument. I turned my hips around to face him completely, 

"Ian-" I began, but I felt him align his cock at the entrance of my virgin pussy. He hesitated for a final second, then pushed into me, his eyes staring into mine as he did. There was doubt, and confusion, but also a desire that mirrored my own. His shaft met little resistance as it slid into me, lubricated by my pussy juices.

The sensation of my brother's hard cock in my pussy took my breath away. It was different than what I'd imagined it to be like, but also strangely... right. He thrust into me again, lifting me backwards and off my feet so that I sat partially on the machine. I screamed at the exquisite pleasure, and threw my arms around his neck.

"I've always loved you, sis," he whispered breathily into my ear as he pumped into me, "I just hadn't realized-" he inhaled sharply as I wrapped my legs around his taut butt and pulled him deeper into me.

"-that I wanted you too?"

He laughed breathlessly, his five o' clock shadow rasping against my neck as he nuzzled it. I couldn't help but laugh too, though it came out half a sob as waves of pleasure wracked my body.

I don't know if we made love on that washing machine for five minutes or an hour. Everything else seemed to fall away as we fucked each other senseless, two halves of a whole that fit perfectly together.

I felt my orgasm approach with gathering speed like a great tsunami, and then I came so hard that stars burst in my vision. I realized that I'd been biting on Ian's shoulder, but he didn't seem to mind. His thrusts sped up, until he was practically pistoning into me, and suddenly I felt his buttocks clench up under my legs. I realized only belatedly what was happening. "Ian, pull out!"

He flinched, but it was too late, and I felt him spurt his warm seed in me with a few final thrusts. I rested my forehead on his as we panted, flushed with both the exertion and the afterglow of an intense orgasm.

"I'm sorry," he said, but his chuckle told me otherwise. I laughed breathlessly and kissed him again. "Stop apologizing." I rested my head against my brother's chest, listening to his heartbeat. I felt the familiar stirrings of shame in the periphery of my consciousness. We had a lot of talking and figuring out ahead of us, about our feelings, if we were going even to do it again, and what this meant for our relationship.

But for now, none of that mattered at all.



Laundry Day



Because of some events I saw at my neighbor's house earlier today, I was quite excited. The events happened around 9 am. I was taking the dogs out to the back at that time, and in order for me to do it I first open the garage and then go around to the side of the house and to the gate. After leaving them back there I came back to the front and as I rounded the corner I saw Lacey, my neighbor's daughter, and her boyfriend, Chad,on the porch. She was all snugged up against him, reminding me of the fun I used to have with my boyfriend when I was that age. I started to wonder if they were already sexually active, and as those naughty thoughts crept into my mind I was already walking into my house, and had pressed the button to close the garage door.

Once inside I went about doing some cleaning, and had eventually forgotten about what I had seen earlier.

About an hour later I headed to the back to get the dogs, since it was kinda hout out, and just as I made it to the deck (I was planning to toss the tennis ball for a bit before I brought them in, and the dog's toys are in a bin on the deck) I heard a loud commotion coming from my neighbor's house. Lenny, my neighbor's son who was home for the summer from college, flew out the backdoor with some sunglasses in his hands and right behind him was his sister chasing him, presumably because he had grabbed her shades. 

The odd thing was, I could have sworn Lacey's left boob was exposed. Not just exposed, but bouncing gently as she rushed forward. If that were too have been my exposed boob it would have flailed about obscenely, something my husband Mark would surely love to see, lol.

Behind Lacey was Chad, and he looked to be tying his shorts as he walked out, also laughing with the other two. The first thing I thought of I quickly tried to dismiss, and instead tried to convince myself that Lacy's top slipped and Chad was just fixing his shorts.

But like most people, the mor eI thought about it the more naughty things I started to think. The last thought I had was that little Lacey was being double-teamed by Lenny and Chad, and by this time I was sopping wet. I hurried back inside and continued the laundry I had started.

By 12pm I couldnt take it anymore and put on some group vids on my tv (I hook up my phone to it) and started going at it. I even brought down one of my little long toys to help me. And I was using it well.

Ten minutes later it was soaking wet, but luckily this time I was smart and placed a dirty shirt under me. Since I was doing laundry the basement was piled with dirty clothes.

I hadn't gone over the edge yet, when I heard the dryer stop. Obviously, during this time I had my birthday suit on.

So I went to the laundry room, which is in the basement. The way my house is set up, you open the door to the garage (from the garage) and the laundry room is to your left. To your right is a closet and next to that is a staircase. Straight ahead it opens up to the useable basement. Once in that living area in the basement, you have a couch to ur left. At the far left corner is the flat screen, cornered on the wall. Theres also a sofa chair kinda in front of the TV but not in the way of the couch. Hopefully I explained it well.

I had been playing with myself on the couch.

So I heard the dryer finish and I painstakingly stopped what I was doing, pressing pause on my phone, which incidentally left the image on screen of a girl on all fours having her mouth stuffed with a meat pole, and her behind about to be invaded by another. The view was at an angle from behind herand to the side. The camera was at her 5 o'clock position, I guess. Still in my birthday suit I went to retrieve the clothes and put it in the clean clothes bin.

As I was taking the clothes out I noticed some marks on the side of the dryer. Once empty I looked closer, essentially getting on my knees and my upper torso inside of the dryer, and saw it was like wax. Colorful...crayola...wax...

Then I remembered I had watched my nieces a couple days before and must have forgotten to take the crayons out.

Ugh.

So, feeling lazy and also not wanting to waste time looking for a rough rag since the washing machine was still going and Im sure soon to finish, I started going at it with my fingers and nails.

There was a lot of debris out there. Melted debris that got into the holes and hardened up by now.

Then the door to the garage opened. But I was oblivious to it. With the loud washing machine next to me and my head enveloped by the dryer, I couldn't hear anything.

It was until a little later I visualized how these events unfolded, and though the timing may be off, it still occurred.

My husband opened the door to the garage and was laughing. He walked past the laundry entrance and when he got to the opening to the basement he froze.

There on the screen was the image I described before, and it caused his member to stir.

Behind him was a coworker of his. With my husband stopping at the opening, this left his coworker standing right at the doorway to the laundry room. And of course, since to the right was a boring closet door and set of steps, he naturally looked left, to which I'm sure his eyes got huge.

He decided not to poke my husband in the back to alert him of the sight and just stayed watching me.

The way I was positioned, there is probably no more innocent way to have been that I could have exposed more than I was exposing right there and then.

Remember, I'm on all fours, well more like I'm on my knees and bent forward. I'm also moving around quite a bit inside. Now they can't see that, which I'm kinda glad because I'm sure the girls were swinging, but my backside is flexing quite a bit. Occasionally it shakes when I really push against the melted crayons.

My legs are slightly apart. This causes my two cheeks to be slightly apart. Not only can he see my kitty (which is slightly open from the previous abuse, and still glistening) but my rosebud is peeking out every now and then. He even sees it wink every now and then when I tense my body to get out a stubborn piece of crayon.

Who knows how long it took for my husband to look away from the screen, and then he turned to the couch and saw my toy there all wet and glistening. And his dirty gray shirt I had put under me had some serious staining from my juices. He finally turned back and then saw what his coworker was seeing. But he didn't alert me or stop his friend from having his way with me with his eyes. Instead he stood there and watched. And even bobbed his head whenever parts of me shook.

His friend turned to him and mouthed, 'Nice' and they just watched some more.

Knowing how our laundry machine works, he knew it was about to finish, so he motioned for his friend to be quiet and to stay there, to which his coworker didn't really need convincing, and slowly went up the stairs.

Just as he reached the top step the washer stopped, and he started shouting, "Honey, honey! Where are you? Hun?"

I kinda heard him so through the dryer I shouted back, "Down here!" but he couldn't hear me, even after three shouts.

I stuck my head out of the dryer to shout once more, still facing away from the door (meaning I couldn't see it) and then he responded, "what?"

Annoyed, I thought I would just let him find me on his own. If he's gonna miss out on watchin me shake it, so be it.

Just as I was getting ready to put my head back in, I heard a cough.

It did not come from upstairs.

It sounded like it was right behind me.

There's no way my husband could have made it down here that fast.

I realized I was still frozen in place as I kept thinking things.

My position was me sitting back against my heels. My back was to him, but my cheeks were completely open.

It's possible everything was visible. Especially if whoever was back there had lowered their head.

As I slowly turned, I gave out a little yelp when I saw someone who was not my husband, but still looked a little familiar.

"What's wrong honey?" my husband 'innocently' yelled in response to my yelp.

I quickly wrapped one hand around my girls and the other hand tried to make me look semi decent down in front. But he would not move, and the tent he sported looked like it wouldn't go down any time soon either.

So I skedaddled out of the laundry room, right past him, and bound up the stairs, leaving my arms to the side since I always grab the rails for safety, allowing him to feast on, I'm hoping, one of the best bounces he'll ever see. Though he couldn't see my girls from the front, there was plenty of sideboob for him to enjoy. That or he decided instead to look at my bouncing bum. With every step my butt cheeks shook and flexed violently. In a way I'm kinda disappointed he didn't slap one cheek as I hurried past him. For a second I thought it didn't look good enough for him and he had no desire to do so.

So I ran past my husband, who was near the top of the stairs, to which he still tried to innocently say, "Honeyyyyy, what's wrong?"

I would have kicked him in his shins if I weren't worried his friend would come up and see me some more.

'Why didn't he follow me up the stairs?' I thought to myself, dejectedly. 'Was I not good enough to follow?'

Then I put on the baggiest pjs I could find. And even threw on underwear. The most unflattering kind I could. The one way in the back of the drawer that my mom gave me when I was young and that I had never worn in my life. You know, the old kind.

My embarrassment wasn't to end there, though. As I quietly went back down the stairs I saw both men sitting on the sides of the couch. In between them was something I left behind. It had dried by now, but the stain on the shirt was quite evident.

At the very least they turned the tv off. So the image of the two guys and one girl wasn't there. When I went to stand next to my husband, who was sitting on the right side of the couch, I saw his coworker with my phone in his hand. I could see movement but couldn't tell what it was. Then he reached over and picked up my toy. He brought the tip to his nose and took a good whiff across the whole device.

"Damn, that smells good!" my husband's coworker said. "Wish I had one of these at home."

I'm not sure what he meant by that, but I was getting ready to bolt up stairs when my husband grabbed my shirt and stopped me swiftly.

"I'm sorry honey," my husband apologized, "I asked him to do that. Just thought it'd be funny."

"Well it's not," I cried.

"Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed about," his coworker told me, "you look amazing."

That actually made me feel a little better.

"And also smell amazing," he added, to which I playfully slapped his arm.

"Don't worry honey," my husband said, "we'll be out of your hair in a second. I just wanted to grab some papers I forgot here from work and show him that model boat I've been working on while we're here," and both of them trotted upstairs to the office.

When I went to grab my phone I noticed it was still playing. The scene had gone far enough that now there were three guys servicing the girl. I'm just glad I chose to watch some regular stuff and not the stuff that I've made.

That was so embarrassing, but the scene was also getting me hot again. For a split second, just a split second, I had thoughts of continuing to do what I was doing earlier, before I checked on the dryer. To have them come downstairs and catch me like that as they headed out, wow, what a thought.

But no. I gathered the toy and shirt and took them with me to the laundry room. Then I closed the door and went to work on the dryer again. As they shouted bye as they were leaving, I shouted bye back. Just simple, with no more excursions occurring.



{This may be a shorty, but it was a simple adventure I went through that doesn't really have more to say}



Laundry Day



Doing the laundry when a pair of your panties distracts me.

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Laundry Day



It was an early Wednesday...laundry day. Dana usually used those hours spent in the laundromat as time to herself, away from the distractions of roommates and the incessantly ringing telephone. 

Today was going to be different, though, she realized as she entered the steamy building. There was only one other person there, sprawled casually in one of the plastic chairs against the back wall. A very attractive man, with a body that Dockers and a white tee shirt couldn't hide, and a face that made her catch her breath. He hadn't noticed her yet-he was immersed in a paperback novel. She could see his clothes tumbling in a nearby dryer.

Dana pretended not to notice him and carried her basket to a row of washing machines that was within eyeshot for him, yet not so close that she'd be overt. She set the basket on a washer and began to pull things from it and sort them into two machines in front of her. Her lingerie was at the bottom of the basket and as she reached it, she slowed, stealing a glance in his direction. He had noticed her-he was still reading, but glancing up occasionally in her direction.

She began to pull her lingerie from the basket one piece at a time, holding each up and shaking it out before dropping it into the machine. A lacy demi bra. A pair of wine colored thong panties. A very sheer negligee. Each scrap of silk, satin, and lace was displayed for his benefit before being added to the washer. She cut her eyes toward the row of chairs. Oh, she had his full attention now. The paperback was lying forgotten beside him, and he sat straighter in his chair and watched the show. Dana barely managed to hide the smile that crept across her face. There's more to come, honey, she thought to herself...

Dana was wearing a short black skirt, a white tank top, and a blue button down shirt. Off came the blue shirt-into the wash it went. The man's eyes widened and he leaned forward a bit in his chair. Nonchalantly, Dana reached inside the tank top and unhooked her bra, pulling it off through the armholes of her tank, tossing it into the washing machine. Bingo! She could see his erection straining against the khakis. She turned to face him, bending forward, giving him a perfect view of her breasts falling forward unrestrained as she reached under her skirt.

She could hear him suck in his breath. With a devilish grin, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, over her long legs, and off. She picked them up off the floor delicately and tossed them into the washer.

The sound of the bells attached to the front door startled them both. She straightened up quickly, slamming the lids of her washers. He bent forward, trying in vain to hide his enormous erection with the tiny paperback he'd been reading as an old lady entered the laundromat. The lady carried a small empty basket to a dryer in the row next to where Dana was. Dana grabbed a magazine from her basket and went back to the change machine, tossing the magazine into the man's lap on her way by.

He opened the magazine and used it to hide his hard-on, then realized it was Cosmopolitan. Dana tried not to laugh as she got her quarters, watching his obvious discomfort at his arousal, the old lady, and at being forced to look at a woman's magazine in public. She was enjoying herself immensely, but there was more to come...

The unhampered wetness between her legs was making her a little uncomfortable, as was the swelling of her nether regions in anticipation. Her nipples made prominent points against the thin cotton of the tank top. Yep, she was completely horny. She spent more time at the change machine than was necessary, pondering her next move. Suddenly, the man stood up and strode purposefully toward her, carrying the magazine.

"Dana, there's something I want you to see," he said in a smooth, casual baritone, as if he'd known her all her life. Shit! she thought, wide eyed as she dropped most of her quarters on the floor in surprise. She bent down to retrieve them, mind racing. She sensed the tables were turning. He squatted and began to help her pick up the quarters, paying absolutely no attention to the look on her face.

"How...?" she began to ask, stopping when he pointed wordlessly to the subscription label on her magazine. Dammit, she thought, pretending not to notice the smirk on his face and the erection that still bulged in his pants. "So then what's your name?" she finally asked.

"Hey," he said with a low laugh, "I'm not the one who started this, doll." With that, he stood and returned to his chair, flipping through Cosmo like it was the most fascinating piece of literature he'd ever seen. 

Dana was furious...but she was also so horny she could barely walk. Nevertheless, she stood up and sauntered back to her washers, not even giving him a glance on her way by. She fed quarters into the first machine, added soap, and started it, then moved to the second machine. She was putting the first quarter in when she paused. She didn't have enough quarters to run the machine. HE had the rest of them...he had never given them back.

Taking a deep breath, she marched to the row of chairs where he sat, still reading her magazine. She stopped dead in front of him-her bare legs were touching his khakis. He didn't look up.

"Can I have my quarters?" she finally asked, realizing that she sounded completely petulant. He laughed that wicked low laugh again. "I don't have enough to run the machine," she added lamely. 

He put the magazine aside and leaned back, jingling the quarters in his hand thoughtfully. "Dana, sweetheart," he finally said, "are you going to follow through on this?"

"What's your name?" she demanded.

"Eric. Well?"

"Well, Eric," she said breezily, "maybe that's all you're going to get now. Give me my quarters." She held her hand out like a spoiled little girl. He leaned forward, and a victorious little smile crossed her face. Suddenly, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, under the skirt. Her knees buckled under her, and a tiny moan escaped her throat before she could stop it. She wanted to cry when he stopped within two inches of her pussy and withdrew his hand.

She could see his fingers glistening with the moisture from just her inner thighs. She could smell her sex as well as he could. Slowly, he brought the fingers to his lips and licked her juice from them, never taking his blue eyes from hers, and Dana knew he had her.

"I think there's going to be more," he said.

"Oh really?" she managed, wanting him to touch her, yet wanting to stay in control of the situation. But she had lost control awhile ago. 

"Really," he replied. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down to him so quickly that she almost crashed into him, closing her eyes just in time for the kiss. And what a kiss it was. His lips parted-his tongue explored her mouth. His hands slid up from her hips, one caressing her breasts, the thumb of the other rubbing the nape of her neck. She was on her knees between his legs, small hands moving over his broad shoulders as she drowned in his kiss.

He finally broke it. She paused, breathless, lips cherry red from the kiss, eyes wide and dazed. She was close. She could just barely feel the hardness of his erection against her belly. 

"Excuse me for a minute," he said huskily, standing up and moving around her. She slid into one of the chairs, brushing the dust from the linoleum floor off her knees, wondering what he was doing. "We're closing," he said to the old lady folding clothes and staring open-mouthed. She clutched her little basket and scurried from the laundromat. The surprises would never end, Dana thought as she watched him lock the doors and pull down the blinds in the windows.

"But...what..," she stammered as he returned to where she sat and pulled her from the chair. He stilled her with a finger on her lips. Eric pulled her closer and embraced her, hands roaming over her ass and back as he kissed her on the neck. She moaned softly, holding onto him. 

"I own the laundromat," he whispered as he got near her ear. Dana laughed weakly.

"Oh, my God," she murmured. "I cannot believe this...I am so embarrassed," she said faintly as two bright spots of color appeared on her cheeks. He grinned, still stroking her back and ass.

"Let's make the most of it, shall we?" he said, pulling her tank top over her head. His eyes flashed appreciation at the well-formed breasts and small, hard nipples an instant before his mouth moved to cover one. Dana braced herself against a washer and arched her back, sighing in pleasure as his tongue flickered over her ultra-sensitive nipples, moving back and forth between them. He changed his pace, sometimes nipping, sometimes sucking like a child. She could feel his cock rubbing against her leg. She reached down to the waistband of his khakis and unbuttoned them, intending to free his cock and have some fun with it.

"I don't think so," he said, grabbing her hands and holding them behind her. "Let's see who's in charge here." He went back to her breasts, torturing her until she thought she couldn't stand it. Now she couldn't move-he had her arms behind her and her body pinned between his and the washing machine.

"You just wait," she said through clenched teeth. He nipped her breast hard, causing her to yelp in surprise and a little pain.

"What was that?" he said, laughing as he went back to his enjoyment. When he'd had enough of her breasts, he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the neatly trimmed V between her legs. "Very nice," he said, then stepped back and took off his clothes, revealing the gorgeous dick she'd been feeling and lusting after. "I hope you're hungry, Dana," he said with an evil grin.

She matched it with one of her own as she sank to her knees in front of him. The game was hers now...

Dana opened her mouth and took in only the tip, tongue swirling around the spongy head as Eric sucked in his breath. She kept this up for a brief period of time, only now and then taking more of him into her mouth. He wanted more, pushing against her mouth as he groaned. She slowed as he pressed in, silently begging her to take more of him. She slid her lips and tongue over his length, over and over and over until he was thrusting against her mouth, at which point she withdrew from his cock, kissed the tip, and stood up. 

He groaned in disappointment. She knew his cock was aching-this gave her immense pleasure as she turned without a word and began to walk away. She was about three steps away from him when he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to him. She yelped in surprise.

"Thought you were in control, didn't you, love?" he murmured into her neck as he pressed her up against the washing machine, spreading her legs.

"Damn you," Dana hissed, shaking against the cold metal of the washing machine. He reached around and kneaded her breasts, cock pressing against her. She wanted him inside her-she was almost ready to give up the game. Yet pride kept her from saying a word. She stayed silent and trembling against the machine as Eric kissed a path down between her shoulder blades...to her waist...over the globes of her ass...but her resolve left her as he parted the lips of her pussy and ran his tongue inside.

"Ohhhhh God," she gasped as he lifted her up so she was half on the machine, circling her clit with his tongue. She clutched at the edge of the washing machine, legs flailing in midair as he drove her to the edge, licking and sucking and finally fucking her with his tongue. She arched her back and cried out as she climaxed, then, gasping, she gave him what he wanted. She began to beg for his cock.

"Please, Eric, oh please...fuck me...I need you so much...I want your cock...pleease, baby," she gasped over and over as he continued to tease her with his tongue. "Oh God please...I can't take this anymore...please, Eric, please," she moaned.

Finally, finally he stood up, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit and then pressing it into her soaking pussy. She cried out at the rewarding sweet burn as he pushed himself in to the hilt. Slowly, they began a rhythm, and soon Dana was straining back to meet every one of his thrusts. Faster and faster he went until she was screaming, toes curled as she clutched the washer and came again and again and again. Then he came, filling her pussy as she trembled in the throes of her latest orgasm. Slick with sweat and fluid, she slid down to the floor in exhaustion, Eric panting beside her. After awhile, when they had both recovered, he looked at her with that wicked grin again.

"How often do you do your laundry here, anyway?" he asked.



Laundry Day



Josie grabbed her books and walked out of Intro to Psychology. She noticed all of the smiling, talking, faces and a wave of disappointment washed over her when she realized that none of them were smiling at, or talking to her. She had been at Connor State for four weeks, and she hadn't made any friends. It seemed like the people at Connor were very different from the friends she had back home. All the friends she had back home, she had grown up with, the most recent of her friendships stemming from the eighth grade. She was used to just having friends around her, not having to try, and here, she definitely had to try.

She walked the grounds to her dorm room and plopped down on her bed. A tear rolled down her face. "Is it going to be like this for four years?" She continued to cry herself to sleep.

After her nap, Josie decided to go downstairs and do some laundry. She dove into her Psych book, and waited for her clothing. All of a sudden, a clang broke her concentration. A boy stumbled in, about 5'7, curly dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, tugging an enormous load of laundry behind him.

Josie rolled her eyes and continued to read. The boy grunted and maneuvered the laundry bag up on top of the washers. 

"I might as well watch the show." Josie thought to herself. She giggled to herself as she watched him struggle.

He began to empty the bag, throwing all different colors of clothes into the wash together. 

"Your clothes won't come out right." Josie blurted out. She was amazed at her forwardness.

"Seriously?" The boy looked at her puzzled.

"Yeah, you're throwing in too many colors. They'll dye each other."

"Oh, I thought my mom just threw them all in there together." He grinned. "Simon Meyer. I live on the floor above." He held his hand out. 

"Josie Maran." Josie shook his hand. 

"Can you show me, I mean, how to do this?"

"Sure." Josie couldn't resist a chance to be the boss, so she started grabbing clothes out of the bag.

"You have to separate them by colors, you have to match them up." She quickly separated the clothes and put them in several empty washers. Simon watched her with intent. There was something magical about the way she was moving, she was very graceful, like a cat. 

"You had a lot of dirty stuff." She said disapprovingly.

"Yeah, I was procrastinating. But now I have someone to help me." Simon reached out and rubbed her arm.

Josie sucked her breath in. " It's no big deal. She hadn't had a lot of experience with guys, less experience with white guys, and the feeling was very strange and new to her. It made her skin tingle. 

"There." She announced, "Now we wait half and hour."

They sat and talked about their lives, about Connor State, about their plans for the future.

Simon continued to seize every opportunity to touch Josie, confusing her, but intriguing her at the same time.

"You have such beautiful skin." He said. "It's so soft and smooth."

"Thanks." Josie pulled her arm away. 

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Simon asked in a puzzled way.

The plain truth was yes. Josie wasn't used to attention being fawned on her. Lots of guys tended to ignore her. Josie thought it was because they thought she was fat and ugly. She couldn't tell it was because she walked around like she was scared of her shadow. She couldn't see the sparkle in her dark brown almond shaped eyes, the soft fullness of her lips, the gracefulness of her neck, and the luster of her thick, black hair, but everyone who met her all noticed her beauty instantly. Simon was no exception.

"A little." She confessed.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you're so incredibly beautiful." His eyes continued to drink her in.

Josie felt herself growing warm. She put her back to the washing machine to look him in the eyes.

Simon took the opportunity to move closer to her. He put his hands on her hips and moved in. Josie looked at him and smiled nervously, not really knowing what to do. "You are so incredibly gorgeous." He murmured into her hair.

"Simon, please." Josie's tone was very curt.

He opened his eyes, Alarmed.

"But you are. You don't like to hear that you are?"

"I'm not, you think all you have to do is tell a girl how beautiful she is and she's supposed to throw herself at you?" Josie's frustration was building.

Here she was with a very cute guy who was fawning over her, and she couldn't understand why he was being so nice to her.

"No. But a guy can dream can't he?." Simon moved closer to her and kissed her. Josie's first kiss, but she was amazed that she knew exactly what to do.

"Mmmm. Josie, you taste so good." Simon continued to kiss her soft neck, murmuring sweet nothings into it.

His touch was so warm and intoxicating. Josie felt like she was drunk.

He ran his hands down her body, running them over every curve, resting at her hips. He began to knead them, pulling her closer to him. The feeling of her full hips in his hands was spurring Simon on; he had to have more of her, quickly. She gasped when she felt his hardness against her leg. Josie's head was swimming, part of her was screaming at her to run, the other part commanding her to stay.

Before she could make a decision, Simon lifted her up like she was a feather and put her on top of the washing machine. The vibrating of the washing machine was making tingling between her legs more urgent.

She looked into his piercing blue eyes, his pink sensuous lips, and his blonde hair. Almost instinctively, she put her arms around him and kissed him.

Their tongues slid slow and lovingly over each other. He sucked on her lips and she quickly imitated him.

"Ohhh Josie." He sucked in air through his teeth.

She continued to run her hands over his body, his shoulders, his chest, and his back. There was something about not knowing him that was very liberating, until he started to reach under her shirt.

She pulled away from him, "We have to stop Simon, I can't."

"You can't what baby." He continued to kiss her neck, run his fingers through her black hair "I can't do this." She pushed him away from her, and held him at arms length. "I'm sorry." She started to scoot off the washing machine.

" Josie, are you afraid that someone will like you? Actually find you attractive?"

Josie glared at him. "Fuck you." She scooted further off the washing machine.

" I didn't mean to make you mad." Simon said. His eyes conveying his apology. "But seriously, You don't think I'm doing this because I think you're hideous?"

Josie choked on a sob. "But I am. Look at me."

"You know what I want? I mean, see?" Simon cleared his throat. "I see a beautiful woman. Sexy, beautiful, Josie, I want you right now." He pushed her back onto the washing machine by her hips. " Can I have you?" he whispered in her ear.

Josie nodded. The heat between her legs was so unfamiliar, but it felt so good.

Simon kissed her neck and slowly slipped his hands under her shirt. The pressure from his hands made her feel like liquid. "Ohhh." She opened her eyes wide.

"You like it?" He whispered.

She nodded.

"Can I take this off?" he pulled on the back of her bra.

"Yes." Simon didn't even blink. He unhooked her bra and pulled of her shirt in what seemed to be one motion.

He moved back, and looked at the objects of his desire. Two luscious round globes, with toped with huge chocolate circles, and nipples that lay flush with the areola.

Josie closed her eyes. She was hoping he wasn't deciding he didn't like them.

All of a sudden, she felt what she was sure was his tongue on her nipple. 

"SIMON!" she screamed and wrapped her arms around his head.

Bolts of electricity were running through her body, and ending at her womanhood, getting more and more intense.

"Shhh." It's okay. He took her other breast in his hand, and pinched the nipple. Her un-erect nipples were deceptively small. Once he pinched it, it became the size of a pencil eraser.

"Ohhhh." She started to tremble, and he rubbed her shoulders and her back, trying to calm her down."

"Mmmm. You taste so good. It's okay baby. It's okay." He continued to knead her breasts with neediness. "I have to see all of you."

"I don't know Simon." Josie's voice trembled with fear and anticipation.

" Baby, I already love what I see, I just want to see all of it."

Simon's heart thumped in his chest as he watched Josie pull her jeans off, watching them slip off of her smooth chocolate thighs. He pulled them down and off. "You are so hot." He traced his finger from her chest to her stomach, 

"So soft." 

" So cold." Josie interjected. "I have a sheet, in the dryer." 

"Oh I'm sorry baby." He rushed over to the dryer and pulled out the sheet. He threw it around her shoulders and took all of his clothes off.

Josie scanned his body as he stood before her. He wasn't a body builder, but he had a broad chest and shoulders, that she loved, and his 6 ½ cock was pointing at her, as if it was magnetically attracted to her. He reached out, and pulled her to the edge of the washing machine. He put his mouth on her left breast again, and began to suckle her. It was more than she could take. She leaned back, and her breath came out in short bursts, almost as if she was panting. Simon moved his hands down, until he had his hand on the top of her pussy, rubbing back and forth.

He moved the fabric of her underwear aside and stuck his finger into her wetness. 

"Oh God, that feels so good." She bucked her hips towards him. Simon smiled a devious smile. "Good girl. It feels good doesn't it?" He took her mouth in a greedy kiss.

He rubbed her wetness from top to bottom, lingering on her clit. Josie moaned against his mouth and started moving her hips rhythmically, the vibrating of the washing machine making her whole body tingle. 

"Ohh Simon." She ran her hands up and down his body, surprised at her own boldness.

He kissed her again, and smiled. He moved back, and moved to position his head between her legs.

On his way down, he could smell her arousal, and he needed to find the source. He nuzzled his nose against her swollen lips, opening them with his fingers. He looked in and saw the most enticing sight. Josie's pussy was full, inviting a perfect blend of pink and brown, with her pleasure button perfectly defined. 

"Simon, what are you…" She didn't get a chance to finish.

Simon moved his head swiftly between her legs, and took a long lingering lick, looking up to see her reaction.

Josie started whimpering and rocking back and forth on Simon's face.

She had never felt so sexy in her whole life, she was naked, with a guy she never met, and he was doing incredibly delicious things to her body.

"Ohhhh good girl." Simon was so aroused. He was holding the most beautiful woman in the world hostage with his tongue.

"Simon, Simon." Josie repeated breathlessly. He alternated his licking, with strong licks on one side of her clit, and then the other, and then moving up and down, watching her reaction to each one.

She leaned back and began to buck her hips harder and harder against his face. He slid his hands up her legs, caressed her thighs, kneaded her ass, and moved up to her breasts. He caressed the undersides, and then, ran his open hand against her nipple. "Come for me Josie." He whispered. She stopped moving her hips. All of a sudden she started trembling, and he saw her eyes roll up into her head.

Josie thought she was dying. She had never felt so many sensations before.

Simon stood up. "What a good girl. You came for me." He kissed her. She was surprised to taste herself on his lips. The sweet muskiness was very intriguing.

In a moment of bravery, Josie reached out to feel Simon 's cock. The flexible hardness was incredible.

She pulled gently towards her. Ohh Josie. That feels good." His encouragement made her feel braver. She gripped his cock harder and began to pump up and down for what seemed like and eternity, until she felt wetness in her hand. She looked down and looked up to him for an explanation.

"It's pre-cum. It means that you are being a bad girl and teasing me, when I really want to come."

" Can I do what you did to me?" She asked innocently.

"Next time." Simon smiled. He slowly worked his finger into her wet pussy.

She winced in pain, and he realized that he was going to be the first person to feel inside of her.

"Josie, I don't want to hurt you."

"I know." Her breathing reflected the fear and lust welling up inside of her. 

"So you have to relax. I'm going to get three fingers in there, and we'll go from there okay?"

"Okay." 

"Okay baby relax." He rubbed her slit and stuck one finger in.

She bit her lip, and whimpered. 

"You're so beautiful." He took her nipple into his mouth, and began to move his finger in and out, 

"That feels so good Simon." Josie started to move her hips again. She was getting accustomed to his finger in her intimate space. 

"Okay number two." He stuck in the second finger and he felt her clutch it. 

"You're doing so good baby. I'll be inside you in no time." Josie smiled and reached out for his cock. "Might as well be now."

Her eagerness pushed him over the top. He positioned his 6 1/2 inches at the door of her womanhood, And began to push in. 

"Oww." Josie whimpered. 

"It's okay, relax, breathe baby." He felt the sensation of her tight, wet, silkiness and leaned in to nibble her ear .

"God Josie, you feel so fucking good." He had the urge to pump, he needed to feel all of her, his urgency rising.

"Okay." He noticed tears in her eyes.

"It's okay. You're doing so good baby." He began to kiss her tears. "I'm going to start moving okay?"

He held her close to him, with his arm supporting her back, and his hand on her thigh. He pushed all the way in and heard her whimper.

Josie felt like she was being torn in half, and tickled with a feather at the same time. Simon looked so gorgeous, so gentle, and so horny on top of her. He moved in and out slowly, caressing her breasts.

"God, Josie, you feel great, do you like it?"

She nodded yes. 

"Good. It's going to get better."

"He leaned back and began to massage her clit. 

"Ohhh Simon." The pain began to subside and all that was left, was incredible pleasure.

She began to buck her hips hungrily, feeling as if she would die if she didn't feel him sliding in and out of her.

She had such a lusty, sexy, look on her face, it drove Simon crazy.

He put his hands on her hips to steady himself and began to pump a little faster.

She gave little cries, and he kissed her neck.

"I have to feel your tits again Josie." He breathed into her neck. Simon was feeling his balls tighten. It was all too much to take in, he was making love to a strange girl for the first time, in a laundry room, and she loved it, and he loved her.

He reached out and pinched her nipples as he pulled them.

"Ohhh Simon." She wiggled and jerked hungrily 

"Come baby. Come on." He pumped into her, watching the ecstasy on her face, feeling his orgasm coming. But he knew he had to hold on for her. 

"Simon, it's happening I… Ohhhh." She shuddered and went limp. He took his opportunity and thrust into deeply four times. She continued to whimper, her orgasm still going on. That was it for Simon. "Ohhh shit." He pulled his penis out of her and shot on her stomach. Josie sat back and looked at the cum, glistening.

" Oh my God." Simon said breathlessly and continued to caress Josie's body . He leaned over to kiss her

"We should clean this off, and you need to put your laundry away." Josie tried to gain her composure. grabbed a dryer sheet, and some water out of the sink and wiped her off, kissing her stomach once it was clean. 

"I could kiss you forever."

Josie hopped off the washing machine, and started gathering her clothing, " Simon, I have to go, it's really late. Why don't you take your clothes to the dryer, you can dry them all together."

"Wait don't go. I want to see you again." He grabbed her hand. 

" I really have to go." She looked into his eyes, pleading. She didn't want to make the situation more awkward. She buttoned her shirt and grabbed her laundry and rushed out of the room.

Two weeks passed and Josie was just getting over her feelings of guilt. She was still very lonely, and wished that she hadn't run away from Simon that night. All of her friends back home were very supportive, her best friend Raquel advising

"You need to go find that boy." She walked home from class, trying to identify guys that looked like Simon on the way to her dorm.

She trudged up the stairs and opened her door.

"Josie?" She stiffened when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She whirled around and he was standing on the other side of the hallway, with a black box in his hand.

"Simon."

"Josie, I love you. I don't care if you don't believe me. But I do, and I wanted you to have this."

He opened the black box towards her, revealing a gold chain with a gold key on the end. 

"Josie, this is the key to my heart, and I would be honored if you would take it."

Josie nodded. "If I believe you now is that okay?"

"No." Simon said smiling. "Take the damn box woman." She took the box and kissed him.

"Now you can make love to me in a bed like normal people."

"Gladly." He smiled.

They held hands and walked into her room.



Laundry Day



Today was supposed to be a good day. It was today that I came home with dinner and flowers, waiting to spend a quiet night at home with my woman. What do I walk in on? A dude sitting in MY chair with MY woman's mouth on his dick! Needless to say that is over. So that is why I am sitting here watching the dryers spin. Red, blue, black and white blobs going round and round. What a gyp. We were on page 82 of the Karma Sutra...and now what? I got my left hand.

The door opened and the bell rang, interrupting my thoughts. I turned, curious as to who would be out this late doing laundry as well. A girl walked in, clad in sweatpants rolled over her hips and a small white T-shirt. Her nipples poked through, making it obvious that she was braless. She carried a basket in her arms, loaded with clothes. She blew upward to get her dark bangs out of her hair. She set her basket down a few washers down from me, I could not help but notice the sweet curve of her ass as she bent to pick up a pair of panties that fell on the floor. She looked up at me sheepishly...and smiled. I do not know what came over me, but I had to say something. It was hard to speak, as I felt myself pressing stiffly against the zipper of my jean shorts. I had run out of underwear the day before and was bare beneath. My palms were sweating, I rubbed them against the legs of my shorts and stammered...

"Hello there, how are you doin' today?" I smiled to her as she stuffed the pair of panties underneath some of the clothes in her basket. She smiled sheepishly and moved toward the washer next to mine. I watched those nice, big hips as she moved to set her basket down near the dryer and began to sort her clothes. Those big tits stretched hard against the tight T-shirt she was wearing, making my cock grow even thicker than it had been in a long time. She seemed too shy to respond at the moment, so I took the initiative and tried to continue the conversation.

"Don't you just hate public laundry rooms?" I blurted, not even thinking about what I was saying... "I mean, you never know who's going to walk in next." 

She looked up to me as she continued to sort her clothes and shrugged.

"I don't know," she started, "it can be a good thing in a way." I could've sworn she winked at me as she said this, or maybe it was just the cum spilling into my brain talking. Either way, I resumed watching her as she sorted her clothes. Eyes groping the curvy body as she reached over and began the washing machine. Water splashed up onto her T-shirt as she tried to move back in time to keep it from drenching her top. Looking down she saw that her nipples were completely visible now beneath the thin, tautly stretched shirt. 

She shrugged and grinned to herself before looking up to me. "See what I mean, you come here to do your laundry and now you end up with a free tittie show." 

I chuckled nervously, a little excited and a lot of horny, my gaze locked on those perky nipples poking through the wet shirt. I'll be damned if they weren't as rock hard as my cock as well. I leaned back against the washer I was using and tried to pry my eyes from those huge, wonderful tits, before I replied... 

"Nothing wrong with a little show..." I stopped and it must have been my dick talking, but I went on, "I wonder how the rest of you looks when your wet..."

I fully expected her to slap me and take her clothes and leave, but she did not. Instead she smiled coyly and turned her head away slightly. A blush rose on her chest and it made her sexier, if that was possible. She reached up, almost as an afterthought and lightly scratched underneath of her left breast. Taking a step closer to me, she whispered, "How about the rest of the show...Sit down." 

I said nothing and did as she told me. I sat down on an orange chair behind me. She looked into my eyes and slowly reached into the waistband of her pants, running her fingers along her hips. Then, putting both palms against her tummy, she slid her hands up, cupping her tits, squeezing roughly. I could not take my eyes off her, and could not move for fear or bursting in my jeans at that very moment.

"What do you want to see?" She asked with a broad smile. "I want to see you play with your nipples..." 

She reached up, pinching her nipples through her shirt. A little bit of water dripped off her fingertips and down her forearms. 

"I want you to pull your pants slowly down your ass so I can see it." 

She turned her back to me, and for a split second I thought the show was over. Reaching behind her, she hooked her thumbs in her waistband and slowly tugged downward, revealing pristine white thong panties, hugging her curves. The swell of her ass slowly revealed itself and she bent over even more to accommodate my view. Finally, her pants dropped to the floor and she stood facing me, a wet spot growing in the front of her panties......

It was everything I could do not bend her over and pound the fuck out of her ass right then and there. I tried to remain calm, tried not to grab my cock and start jerking off.

I swallowed hard and tried to speak. "Is there anything else you'd like to show me?" 

She smiled and moved a bit away from the chair. I was wondering if she had changed her mind and wanted to stop, after all, I was a stranger and here she was with a wet top standing in little white, wet panties.

She turned around as she spoke to me, arching her back so that her ass stuck out at me. "So, you like my ass? You like it curves and the nice little white panties?" 

She arched her back even more, running her palms down her legs to her knees and stopped. Bent over with straight legs, which she spread slowly to shoulder width. I could see the nice feminine bulge where her legs met, that small wet spot still visible on the thong panties. She turned to speak to me again, her dark hair hanging off to one side of her head. "If you like asses, I suppose you like to fuck a girl from behind then, right? Grab her by the hips and just pound away for all your worth until she buckles underneath you and can't take it anymore?" 

She smiled at me, for surely my face was as red as the cock not-so-hiding beneath the bulge in my shorts. "Or let me guess," she continued, "you like to be really dirty and fuck a girl IN the ass don't you?" 

She reached behind with one hand and started to part the cheeks of her ass slightly, not enough to see anything, but I'm sure we both got the picture. 

She stood up quickly and smacked the cheek of her ass hard, leaving a bright, red handprint on her own skin. Then she turned and smiled down at me, slowly walking towards me. 

"But if you think you have even the remotest chance of sticking your cock in this sweet ass, it better be good, nice and thick, and hurt like fuck...I'm not into that sissy shit." 

I could do nothing but sit there. I couldn't believe she was actually talking like this to me. You'd think she hadn't been fucked in years. 

She moved closer to me, still grinning, and knelt about a foot away from me, looking from the bulge of my cock, and back to my face. "So tell me, what's it look like? Is it long, and thick? What's it taste like?" 

She was rubbing her hands along the top of her legs as she spoke, licking her lips in that teasing way that only women can do. 

"Do you think I could shove it ALL the way down my throat?" Her brows furrowed together as she tried to imagine it. "Would I gag on it? And what about your balls, do you think I could fit both of them in my mouth as I jacked you off onto my face?" She smiled wickedly now, knowing that I couldn't take more of this verbal game she was playing. I think she was just trying to see if she could make me cum in my pants. She leaned forward with her hands resting on her knees looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. 

"Well,? Are you gonna answer, or am I gonna have to take things into my own hands?"... 

He sat there and I knew that he was too shocked to say anything. So it surprised me when he stood up and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me to him. He turned me around, slapping my ass sharply. I could not control a small shriek of pleasure. I felt rush of moisture between my legs as he ground his cock against me. He bent me over sharply against the washer and slid his hand down my spine to the cleft of my bottom, turning his hand slightly to dip beneath my thong and cup my dripping wet cunt. He was sliding his hand back and forth slowly, and the cloth was pulling at my clit. I was throbbing with wanting him to go further. 

"What do you want?" He panted in my ear.

I said nothing, not knowing where I wanted him first, what I really wanted him to do, I just knew I did not want him to stop. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, and asked again. 

"I want you to bury your cock in my mouth and shoot your load all over my face. " Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grin. 

"I thought so...so why not do it?" I turned to him slowly and leaned over to his chest. I bit my way down his chest, loving the feeling of his flesh between my teeth, wanting to eat him whole. He sucked in a breath when I ran my fingertips beneath his jeans and grazed the shaft of his throbbing hard on. I unbuttoned his pants slowly, and jerked the zipper down, freeing him. As his cock bounced up and slapped me in the chin, I took a firm hold of it and stuck it all the way into my throat in one quick motion. I knew he expected me to play with it a bit first so I wanted him to be thrust into the situation so to speak. He grabbed my hair again and rotated his hips to give me a better view of his beautiful dick as I went to my knees. Still stroking him, I put his balls in my mouth and moaned around them, knowing he loved it, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open. 

I slowly withdrew them from my mouth and slid my tongue up the underside of him, stopping to lick all over the head. He was salty in my mouth and I could not get enough of the taste. I again put him fully in my mouth and drew upward, making a vacuum as I did so. I fondled his balls as I swirled my tongue around his head while swallowing that lovely juice, looking up into his eyes as I did so. 

He gazed down at me and said, "You like that don't you? Yeah you do..." I slid my shirt up over my head to release my tits, who were desperately wanting to be fucked and played with, but not until I had satisfied my thirst first. 

"God, I love to suck cock...and yours tastes like a big lollipop. I just want to eat it up...lick it up." 

He licked his lips. "Yeah..." I sat for a moment, alternating between looking into his eyes and taking in this pulsing plaything that was in my hands. I kept licking him up and down, sucking roughly on the head of his cock, enjoying myself, knowing he could not take much more. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deep into my throat abruptly, straining a gasp of pleasure from him. Running my hands up and down his thighs, I could the blood pumping against my cheeks, feel him ready to explode in my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed me roughly by the forearms and drew my face inches away from his. I could barely stand I was so wet, but I looked at him defiantly, daring him to do what he wanted next. I was sure he could not make me beg, as much as I wanted to, for him to make me cum and cum like I so wanted. I reached down and grabbed him roughly, tightly against my palm, feeling the silky smoothness that was ready to burst.

She sat there on her knees, slowly jerking me off just inches from her cute, babygirl face. 

"You wanna nut all over my face don't you?" She giggled and let go of my cock slowly. She leaned back and spread her legs a bit, the wet spot on the white thong panties now completely covering the front. Running her hand over the panties, she moaned softly, looking up into my eyes.

"I want you to fuck me. I don't wanna know your name, I don't wanna know anything about you. All I wanna know is that you can fuck me hard enough to cum before my laundry's done." She chuckled a bit out loud, and leaned up against the spinning washer. 

Raising her legs high on each side of her, she slipped one leg out of the dripping wet thong and placed her toes against the washing machine behind her. 

"Come on you big stud, come over here so I can spit on that fat cock and have you pound the fuck out of me." Her voice turned me on more than anything. I moved slowly next to her face and she shoved my cock back in her mouth quicker than I could blink. I could have swore I heard her gag she forced it in so fast. Looking up at me, grinning around the shaft of my cock, she forced it again and again as far as it would go down her throat, almost banging her head against the washer each time she pulled it out. My cock bounced from her mouth with a wet pop. 

"There you go, all lubed up and ready to fuck." She smiled and leaned back against the spinning machine again, resting her hands behind his knees and pulling them to the sides of her face. 

I moved back to where that wet, dripping cunt waited for me. Easing forward to run the tip of my cock along those swollen lips. She moaned like an animal, deep and husky. Her lids half closed as she waited for me to slip past those silky, wet lips and into her pussy. I ran my cock in little circles right outside her pussy, continuing to tease her. Then I pushed with all I had, burying my cock balls deep into that tight little cunt, my balls slapping against her ass as I did. I forced harder against her, trying to push more, even though there wasn't anything left to force in. One hand rest firmly on her throat, just enough to let her know it was there, as I pushed. She looked up to me, pleading, begging with her eyes. All the tough girl angst was gone. Now there was just the eyes of a girl who desperately wanted to cum, and cum bad. 

I pulled out slowly, then thrust it back in just as hard as the first time, only this time I didn't just leave it in. I continued to pull back, only to force it back in, harder each time. Her head banged against the washer with a loud metallic thud, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. Her eyes were slammed shut as she took all that I could give as her nails dug into my back. I could feel her pussy squeeze tightly against my cock, starting to spasm uncontrollably. I blinked for a second, wondering if she could really cum this quick. 

Her hand reached up against my chest as I pounded into her tight cunt again and again. She started to push me back, opening her eyes to look at me. 

"Wait, stop for just a second..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Was she really that much of a tease??? I stopped and reluctantly slid my cock from her and sat back on my legs. She moved forward a bit and smiled wickedly, swooping up next to my face to lay a soft peck on my cheek, then turned around and got on her hands and knees. Those huge tits of hers rested against the cold, concrete floor as she raised her ass in the air, spreading her legs wide. She looked back at me with those big, brown eyes and grinned. "Go ahead honey, take it..I know you want it." She reached back with one hand and ran it over one smooth cheek of her ass, smacking it playfully. "Lemme see what you can really do with that wonderful little plaything you carry around with you in your pants..."

I watched his eyes light up in excitement and knew he wanted it as much as I did. I could see our juices shining on the tip of his hard cock and licked my lips, wanting more. He took the step forward to meet me and slid his dick into the crack of my ass, sliding it back and forth, the tip grazing my lower back slightly. I arched to meet him, wishing him to slide deep in to me once again, to fill the void I so achingly felt. As I reached up to squeeze a nipple, he brushed the tip against the rosebud of my ass. He pushed slightly, letting me know he was there and I could not suppress a moan. He reached around and grasped my stomach, interlocking his fingers and pulling my back against his chest. His hardness still between my legs, I could not take much more of his teasing. Suddenly he bit the skin between my shoulder and my neck, causing me to gasp. He then put his hand down and guided himself slowly into me, teasing me one inch at a time. I wiggled my hips to try to get that dick all the way in my ass, but he held me tight, making me savor every morsel he chose to feed into me. Suddenly, he slammed himself fully into me, and I came immediately, feeling a gush from my hot cunt. I shuddered against his chest and slammed my ass back upon him while he was momentarily distracted by my cries of pleasure. Sliding his hands down, he began to massage my clit, which was sopping. I could not help but be amazed that his hands were as skilled as his dick and that pleased me. I could not decide which way to swivel my lower body, to meet his hands or his cock. He ran the hand on my stomach around to run it up my back, scratching me lightly, making me bend over. He then took my hand and put it down between my legs, leaning back almost withdrawing from me completely. He placed his hands on my hips and slammed into me, faster and faster as I rubbed my clit furiously, feeling the urge to cum yet again. 

"You like that don't you, you like that cock deep in your ass." He said to me, pounding me like there was no tomorrow. 

"God yes, I love it, fuck me in my ass...I am going to cum all over your cock!" I felt a scream rise in my throat as I verged over the edge. He reached up and squeezed my tits as I came, pulsing around his cock. He then withdrew out of me and turned me around, making me kneel in front of him. He stroked his cock and cum squirted all over the front of me, streaming onto my tits. A line went down, dripping from my hard nipple. I collapsed, eyes glazed, in front of the washer just as the spin cycle ended. Every part of my womanhood ached and my head spun. 

"Holy shit..." Was all I could mutter. We sat there a few moments, our legs crossed around each other on the laundry mat floor. The tile was cold beneath my sore ass and I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me every few moments. I swallowed and licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. I rose on weakened knees and looked for my clothes. I slipped on my pants and T-shirt quietly as he got dressed, a knowing smile on his lips. He knew he had fucked me within an inch of my life. I took my clothes out of the washer and put them into the basket, walking over to the dryers, not looking at him for fear of him seeing the blush that covered me from head to toe. I hoped he could see the way he had made me walk...



Laundry Day



The hum from the washing machines was a chorus of white noise drowning out the street sounds, the wail of sirens in the distance, the crazy-looking homeless man shouting profanities two doors up the sidewalk and the god-awful street rapper free-styling just outside the door of the 50 Cent Washeteria. 

It's not that John didn't like some hip-hop, but this guy just sucked. And he was spitting rhymes in front of the "50 Cent Washeteria" of all places.

"A little on the nose isn't it?" John had mumbled to himself as he passed the guy on his way into the self-serve Laundromat for his weekly ritual. 

John was tired from a long day of sifting through the muck of the city cops beat, a job he had landed two years ago. Of course, "landed" might be the wrong word. He fell into with all the grace of a drunken frat boy after his first keg party, not that he would know what that was like. 

John had always thought of himself as too independent to join a fraternity during his college days. God, what would he give to go back and make some more contacts so he could get out of his shit hole of a newspaper. Say what you will, but the guys who debased themselves in Gonna Kappa Squat, or whatever they were called, had the connections to jump ahead in their respective fields. 

But John was trying to shove all of that into the darkness of the back of his mind as he listened to the gush of the washing machines and the ka-plump, ka-plump, ka-plump of the dryers rolling clothes over and over again. 

He had brought along a book to avoid being board, but the selection might have been a mistake. "Vox" was not necessarily public reading material. The book, chronicling a man and woman's shall we say "private" telephone conversation, from curious start to moaning, writhing finish, had distressed the front of his pants so much that he had had to readjust himself twice already. And as the book's female voice articulated one of her latest fantasies to her phone buddy, John thought he was going to have to either put the book down or go find a quite spot to relieve some of the tension in his boxers. 

Of course, that was a measure of last resort. He had always found the idea of people who masturbated in public places off-putting to say the least. 

"Bunch 'a fucking perverts," Rob Davison, a patrol officer from the Fifth Precinct had remarked as he had told John a story of a businessman he had to drag out of a stall in the bus station a couple of nights ago. "I mean, who can't hold out 'til you get home? Am I right?"

"Well I guess he's who," John had joked back.

And now, here he was, with his manhood making a sizable bulge in his jeans, thinking he might be "who" too. 

Of course, even if he wanted to, there were complications. Carla was there.

Carla, who he had dated briefly a few months ago after they met at the Laundromat. Carla, who knew all too well what John's slightly embarrassed glances in her direction meant. Carla, who had turned him onto "Vox" in the first place. 

He and Carla had run their course, but John always had a way of keeping women as friends after the inevitable "where is this going" conversation. Hell, even when he didn't want them around, they were still around. 

But just as Carla caught him checking out her butt for the second time, John started thinking it might be nice to have Carla around right now. 

She smiled and said, "take a picture, it will last longer."

"I did, but you told me those were 'not for public consumption,' didn't you?" John retorted, giving her his best wolfish grin. 

"You better believe it buddy boy," she said with a laugh and hopped on a dryer in front of him. "And it looks like you are thinking about that photo session right now. No wrinkles in those jeans."

"Well, I wasn't thinking about it until now," he said. "But now I will have that to contend with too. I don't think this boner is going away anytime soon. Damn you for lending me this book."

"I'd ask if you like it, but the evidence is apparent," she said. God did she look hot in her Capri shorts and "rock star" baby-t, with her wavy red hair flowing down over her left shoulder and her bright blue bedroom eyes. 

"So how far are you into the book?" she asked.

"I am to the point where the woman is telling him about her painter fantasy," he said. "God I love the thought of a woman filled up."

And as soon as he said it, he regretted it. What kind of pervert was she going to take him for? They had had sex, taken a few pictures, had a few laughs. But multiple partners had never come up, and he just knew she was going to give him one of those disgusted glances most women did when you brought up such things. But ...

"Mmmmmm, me too," she said and made an almost imperceptible shift on top of the dryer, which John just realized she was running. 

"I had no idea you were into that," John said, thinking about the vibrations the dryer was making on her tight little ass. He figured she must have picked out her spot from prior experience. No planning needed. "Well, Johnny-boy, there is a lot you don't know about me," she said and there was a mischievous look in her eyes. It was the same one she had when she first spotted the digital camera loaned from work. "Like, did you know I've always wanted to fuck in public?"

That got John's attention. 

"I suppose I could have," she continued. "Lord knows all I would have to do is ask a guy and he would drop his pants for me on the street, right? Never have though. Too bad, huh?"

That was a challenge and John knew it. But he didn't want to screw this chance up by misreading it. "Yep, I guess it is," he said, mock-casually. "So, if you wanted to do that, say, I don't know, here, how would you go about that?"

Her grin was widening. 

"Well, I would want to find someplace a little more secluded, like, um, that closet over there," she said, pointing to a big wooden door near the back. "I bet that has room to maneuver and we, I mean this hypothetical guy and I, would be close enough to the world outside to feel naughty and just out of the public eye, so no one called the cops."

John wondered how she knew it was a closet in the corner, but put that thought out of his mind pretty quickly when she started biting her lower lip in the sly, flirty way all horny women think is subtle, but is an obvious tell. The spin cycle on that dryer was making her feel pretty good, John guessed. 

"Really," John said, nodding his head. "Well, it sounds like you and your hypothetical man could have some fun."

"Yeah," she said with a sigh, "but it is all just theory right now. Maybe I should check that door to see if it is locked. That could spoil all my fun. Maybe you should come with me. I might need a hand - or something."

John, a little too eager, was on his feet quickly. And as he reached to help her off the dryer, his hands closed around her waist to find those toned abs of hers clenched tightly. 

She led him by one finger to the door at the rear of the Laundromat, wiggling her ass the whole way. She knew she was working it and she was determined to get what she wanted. 

She reached down, turned the knob and pushed the door into darkness. 

"Maybe we should check out the accommodations," she said, flipping her hair around to see John looking squarely at her ass. She smiled when he looked up. 

"Maybe," John said, doing his best to stay multi-syllabic. 

The two walked into the closet, which, although tight, gave them enough room to move about, with Carla bumping the door closed "on accident."

"Oops," she said. "Now we are in here, so I guess this is enough scouting for when me and Mr. Hypothetical have our opportunity."

John, still thinking this might be an elaborate tease Carla had prepared, spoke his first full sentence in about two minutes.

"Well, um, purely in the interest of helping Mr. Hypothetical, we should probably make sure there is enough room to, um ... Oh, fuck it," he said.

And with that, he kissed her hard on the mouth, while simultaneously reaching around to cup her left ass cheek in his greedy hand. Then, sliding his hand down her thigh and back to himself, he lifted her leg to his hip and they both leaned back to the shelf where the janitor kept all of his cleaning supplies. That was all the encouragement she needed. Her hungry mouth sucked in his tongue like he had the antidote and the two explored each other with their hands, squeezing here and there, sliding along one another's backs and butts. 

John broke the kiss just long enough to say "God you are so hot. What took us so long to get in here?" "I don't know," she said, "but they say 'good things come to those who wait.'" 

And reaching to unzip his fly, she revised, "Or is it, 'good things come on those who wait,'" and he could feel her smiling at him in the dark.

"Let's find out," he said, helping her pull his dick out. 

She ran her slender fingers up his shaft to the head, which was dripping with pre-cum now, after such a long lead-up. His cock, which almost hurt being locked up in his jeans felt so good now that it was out and in her hands. 

She was quite skilled, John remembered, at sucking cock. And boy did he remember right.

Carla dropped to her knees and began to work on his 10-inch member, sliding her tongue along the shaft, working her way to the head, which for the moment she rubbed pre-cum all over with her index finger. When she reached it, she inhaled the head and a good four inches to boot, allowing her tongue to roll around along the bottom of it. 

She began to bob her head forward, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth, rhythmically massaging his length with her lips. She really enjoyed the feeling of his meat in her mouth, and tasting the pre-cum, she was getting wetter by the second. 

Just to check, though, she undid her shorts with her left hand and reached down to feel her own warmth. It felt good to pay attention to her clit. 

But she wanted to make sure John was good and primed first, so she took her finger out of her pants and returned her hand to his cock, stroking it just in front of her mouth. She tightened her grip as she stroked and listened to his moaning. 

Wait a second. It wasn't just John's moaning she heard. There was something else. And as she slowed her rhythm, John began to hear it too. 

They both opened their eyes which had been closed against the darkness and saw a band of light coming from the open door. There was a shadow inside the door. They saw the shadow moving its arm and heard it lowly moaning "Yeah, suck him."

They both stopped cold and as their noise ceased, the shadow's arm did as well. 

"What the fuck are you doing in here," John almost yelled, not really noticing that his cock was still out with Carla's hand wrapped around it. Carla, too, was so surprised that she didn't even get off her knees. The shadow spoke. 

"Hey man, settle down," it said, huskily. "I had come in to talk to Carla and didn't see anyone in the mat waiting area. I heard something in here, so I decided to check it out. And when I opened the door, there you two were, going at it."

John recognized the voice, he thought. Who the fuck was this? 

"I decided to watch with the light from the door," he said. "I just couldn't help myself. Hell, Carla always liked it when I watched her fuck herself with, what did she call it, 'Viber'? And she really liked teasing me with that girl Shirley." 

John was still in the dark, both literally and figuratively, but Carla had figured out who he was after his second sentence. Ron. It was the street rapper. 

She had dated him for a while a couple of years before and boy did he have a cock she liked. Thick. Veiny. And long. 

An idea sparked in her mind, and she uttered the words, almost without thinking about them. "Come on in," she breathed on John's cock, which was growing limp in her hands. "What ...?" John started. But she stopped him. 

"Hey," she said, all coyness out of her speech. This was a more forceful Carla. "I want him here too. If you can't handle it, you can go." 

And then, with a little of the playful sluttiness back in her voice, she added "Besides, you said you liked the thought of a woman filled up."

He was still unsure, but his dick jumped at that thought. 

"Well, I guess that is the way it will have to be," he said, and then to Ron, "Welcome aboard."

Ron was already on his way in, his now half-hard cock flopping back and forth, forgetting to close the door. By the time he got to Carla, though, his rigor had returned. As she began to stand, he pulled her top up over her perky B-cup breasts, unguarded by a bra. She rarely wore a bra Ron loved that about her. 

He left her top on, lifting in only high enough to get to her nipples, which were rock hard. He pulled the right one into his mouth with a motion that would have tickled her breast had she not been in a thrall. His tongue worked over her nipple like an expert. He had prided himself in that, remembering Ice Cube's words , "I flip my tongue like a dike." 

At the same time, John had moved to Carla's shorts, pulling down the already unfastened Capri pants onto the floor, where she stepped out of them. No panties to worry about. Another one of her little habits. 

John buried his face in her pussy, cleanly shaven, hot and wet. She was like a river and her musky taste almost made John blow right there. Well, that and his right hand which was stroking his now fully erect cock. The left hand had worked between her legs and up to her ass, which he squeezed as she thrust her hips forward, moaning from the combined attention being paid her. 

She was in the grip of ecstasy, her knees getting weak and almost collapsed at least once. It might have been more, but everything was a blur now. 

She had almost collapsed twice actually, and would have had it not been for John's arm and mouth supporting her. John was in complete control of her now. She was grinding to the rhythm of his licking, her pussy intoxicating with the taste that only a seasoned muff-diver knows.

He explored every curve of her inner labia with his tongue, working his way to her clit and back again. John sucked her completely engorged love-button into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. He felt the shiver that caused in her. 

It felt so good, in fact, that Carla stopped stroking Ron's cock as she reveled in the feeling. Ron, who was now massaging her left nipple with his mouth, noticed and pulled away long enough to whisper in her ear, "I want you to suck me."

That did it. Carla went over the edge and curled her toes in her open-toed, low-slung shoes as she came. She jolted forward and shoved John's face deeper into her groin and grabbed a handful of hair as her voice exploded into an "uugghh."

His face was washed with her cream. 

She pulled him away from her pussy and said, "John I want you to fuck me."

She didn't need to tell him twice. He rose up quickly, trailing his hand between her ass cheeks and her vertical lips, bumping her clit as he went. With his right hand he reached behind her and bent her forward at the waist. She was happy to do it, and guided Ron's cock into her mouth as she bent down. She gave it all the attention she had given John's and more, taking it in deeply and massaging his balls with her right hand as she pumped his rod with whole mouth, working her tongue along his shaft, her cheeks caving in because of the suction she was creating. 

Meanwhile, John had found her pussy wet, warm and inviting. He slid his fleshy spear into her and almost blew right then. 

A little thought about baseball though and was fine as he started to rock his hips forward into her, burying him deeply into her. She took him without hesitation, grinding herself back against him and humming "Mmmmm" with her mouth wrapped around Ron's meat pole. 

John felt so good inside her that he forgot all about baseball, not to mention any other thoughts in his head. He pumped away, feeling her warmth around him. 

He wanted to feel himself all the way in her, so he grabbed her hips and pushed hard. She let out an "Mmpphh," but kept moving to he music their sweaty bodies were making, all three of them, slapping, slurping and moaning in unison. 

"Fuck me like you want to break me," she roared back at him, taking her mouth away from Ron, just long enough to get the words out. 

It was another challenge, and John wasn't going to let it pass. He buried his cock into her deeper still, pounding away like a jackhammer until Carla couldn't focus on what she was doing and again lost track of Ron's dick. 

"Damn man, girl can't concentrate," Ron said with a chuckle, that only slightly betrayed his annoyance. "Sorry man, why don't you have a go on this end," John said, barely breaking his stride. He was really into this Chinese finger cuff action, but he had better ideas. 

So did Carla, who ordered Ron onto the ground. There was no doubt she was in charge. 

She mounted him like a cowgirl riding her first wild bronc, and commenced to riding him as such. She was a reverse cowgirl to be exact, with Ron's balls for a riding horn. Instead, she chose John's cock, which was now in front of her, begging to be sucked. 

John was catching his breath. But as soon as she drew him into her mouth he lost it again. Carla was concentrating on Ron's cock though and she was working toward cumming again. Man, why hadn't she done this before, she thought.

As her body was filled with the tingling warmth of her second orgasm of the night, she more or less sprayed Ron's groin with her cum. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" she screamed loud enough for anyone within a block to hear if it hadn't been for the few washing machines still running.

John, who had been stroking his cock only hard enough to keep his erection, decided now was the time to go for the crowning achievement of his night. He reached down to his pants, which had been around his ankles this entire time, into the left front pocket and pulled out a condom he always kept on him "just in case." 

He had never needed it before, but it was time to break it out. It wasn't about safe sex now. He had thrown that out the window a while ago. No, this rubber was lubricated, and he planned to make use of it. Carla was still pumping away and John told her to turn around. Carla was in a state of bliss she had felt only once before without any chemical aids - the first time she had tasted another woman's sex - and was very pliable to his demand. 

She switched positions and had begun grinding into Ron that way when she felt John's wet index finger start working on her back door. She started a little at the feeling of the cold wetness, but warmed up to the idea really quickly. She said she wanted to be filled and by God, she was going to. She leaned forward to give John complete access to her ass, which he used to push on her tight little pucker. 

"You want me in there don't you," he whispered to her. 

"Yessssssss," she breathed as she ground back into his finger, allowing her clit to rub against Ron's shaft. She squeezed her sugar walls around his meat to make sure he was still enjoying himself, but all she could think about was John's cock in her ass. 

She didn't have to think long. John had the condom on in a flash and spit onto her brown-eye to give it a little more lube before he began pressing the head against it. He had fucked her ass before. It was after the photo session in fact, but this was going to be different. 

He spread her cheeks as wide as he could and told Ron to hold still while he got situated. Ron was not wild about being this close to John, but hell, he was just glad to have this hot girl riding him. If she wanted him in her ass, then he guessed that was how it was going to be.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, he heard Carla moan again and felt her grow tighter around him. Something was taking up room in her rear. 




Laundry Day



John began to rock forward and Ron figured it was OK to move again. Carla too, with eyes rolled back into her head from pain/pleasure, pushed back on both of them. And with that, the settled into a rhythm of ungodly lust. 

She bit her lip so hard she thought it might bust. But that didn't matter because she was full. She had always wondered what it would be like, and now it was happening. She ached, but in the best way imaginable. She was blind with lust and now the only thought she could muster was thoughts of cumming again, which she did, again, and again, and again. 

"This was the way to fuck," she said to herself. "The only thing that would be better would be to have another cock in my mouth." 

And just as she thought it, the door opened in front of her and a silhouette stood in the doorway. It moved forward, and she heard the zipper come down. The rustling of what sounded like silk boxers was followed by a bulbous head flopping against her left cheek and a husky voice telling her to suck. The door closed behind the silhouette 

She couldn't resist. She didn't know this guy from Adam, but it was a cock, even if it was a little short for her liking. She took it all the way in, allowing the boys in the back to provide the propulsion. She reached up and cupped the phantom man's balls, then moved her mouth forward so that his cock was completely engulfed. If it had been longer, it would have choked her.

Heaven. That is the closest thing she could think of, and enjoyed the feeling of three cocks pumping into her at once. 

"Every hole," she thought. "Every hole."

And she came again. By this time, Ron and John had about all they could take. They were ready to cum like gods, although neither of them knew the other was about to drop his load. 

So, it was a surprise to all of them when Ron, John, and Mr. Silhouette all popped at once. Mr. Silhouette hadn't learned the baseball trick most men do to hold off.

Carla was so inundated with streaming, steaming cum blasting inside her that she came again too. It was her seventh orgasm of the night, but it was by far her best, sucking down Mr. Silhouette's man juice and collapsing with Ron and John into a pile on the floor, spent. 

Only Mr. Silhouette remained standing, if a bit wobbly. The three fuck buddies on the floor barely noticed when he zipped his slacks and leaned on the doorframe, turning the knob. 

It wasn't until he spoke again that any of them took notice, all still tingling from the earth shattering orgasms they had just experienced. 

"Hey John, you shouldn't park your car so far from the curb," Mr. Silhouette said in a voice too familiar to leave John with any comfort. "Oh, and be glad I was the one who found you tree. Anybody else would have dragged you in."

The light blinded the now worn-out, and still entangled, threesome as Mr. Silhouette opened the door. "Bunch a fucking perverts," he said with a little laugh. "Bunch a fucking perverts."

And he shut the door behind him.



Laundry Day



Procrastination can be a terrible thing. It sometimes creates situations that force events to happen in a reckless and sometimes hapless manner.

So, though she knew the hamper continued to fill up throughout the week, there were just too many things that needed to be accomplished. Priorities.

Still, when a new opportunity came up and a last minute interview was scheduled on a Tuesday that was supposed to be a day off, there was nothing to do but put things off one more time.

The trouble here was the issue of underthings: specifically, panties, and more specifically clean panties. 

The original plan was to use the morning to do the wash and to fluff and fold, and iron what needed ironing that afternoon. Typically, this was done in an old pair of loose fitting sweatpants with a drawstring tie and whatever semi-clean sweatshirt was available, or in the jammie bottoms and a tank top that she wore while sleeping. Either way, it was a NUN task: No Undies Needed. 

It also was the perfect time of the week to do laundry, since the rest of the residents were at their normal jobs. No waiting for machines; no staring from disapproving tenants eyeballing her fashion selections or detergent determinations.

But the timing of this interview actually ruined two plans. Since she had to get there in a hurry, there was no time to even gather the dirty clothes together. And since she had no underwear, and only had a skirt as a clean clothing choice, something had to be done.

Consulting her watch, there was not even enough time to get into the grubby sweats and dash to the mall for a cheap pair.

But there was a solution. Buried in her suitcase, and actually purchased as a joke from a small shop in the French Quarter in New Orleans, was what you might loosely describe as underwear. 

The item in question was really more of a thong, but it did cover all of the necessary parts. It was Midnight Blue, which thankfully matched her skirt, and it featured Mardi Gras beading, which was determined, after a quick test, to not make any sound when brushed or touched.

Thongs were not her panties of choice. In fact, this was the only thong she currently owned. She looked at the package, with its harlequin design and noted that there was a small instruction booklet that came with it. Who needed instructions on how to wear a thong? One leg goes in here, the other in there!

After a quick and steamy shower, a comb out and a look to be certain that her blouse was, in fact, clean enough to wear, it was time. She slipped into the thong, which had a pseudo-satin base, and she noted that it felt surprisingly comfortable for that type of underwear. 

But wait! She needed a bit of a trim. It wasn't that she was terribly unkempt down there, but the cut of the fabric was a little high and there was enough from her hairy patch that showed through on each side. Quickly grabbing her Lady Remmington, she gingerly shaved the offending hair so that it all fit.

But then, in a moment of impulse, she decided to go the extra step and after consulting the clock, decided to get rid of it all. Seven minutes later, she was bald, and lathering liberal amounts of moisturizer on to make that sensitive skin feel as silky smooth as the panties into which she was about to slide.

After a moment to figure out how the decorative beads were designed to encircle her legs, and noted how it felt fully secure, yet like she was wearing nothing, she quickly slipped into her skirt, bra, blouse and sensible one-inch heeled loafers and made a dash to the office.

If she had bothered to read the instructions, she would have known not to shave her pubic area completely. But she was about to find this out. Because these weren't ordinary panties. These were "Mistress Clara's Magic Mardi Gras Funwear."

The commute over to the office occurred without incident. There was nothing unusual or even noticeable about getting there. All concentration was on making it on time, a crucial point in any potential job interview.

It wasn't until after arrival that she had a moment to take stock and sit in a leather wingback chair in the carpeted offices, and casually thumbed through a copy of Cosmopolitan.

As she flipped through the pages, something seemed odd. It felt a little like she had to pee. But that wasn't it. She decided that maybe she should try to pee anyhow, to see if it would make the feeling go away.

But then, in an instant, she realized. She was getting aroused. At that moment, she couldn't put her finger on it, but it was clear that she was drifting toward some serious libido area and needed to get back in control of her body. Did something she read in the magazine set her off? Or was it something else? She needed to get it together, since she was about to get called in for her interview at any moment!

When she shifted from one asscheek to the other, it hit her. The panties!

The thong was designed with a very thin, imperceptibly firm and surprisingly soft seam right in the front panel that ran right around to the back waistband. This seam just happened to rub against her clitoris, the folds between her labia and even gently touched her anus as it weaved its way around to complete the panty.

Now that she was fully aware of it, it was impossible to ignore it. Any movement of any kind caused this seam, which was invisible from the outside of the thong, to shift, move and stimulate.

The clitoris was so important to her orgasms. Though she could reach climax without direct clitoral stimulation, when there was someone who knew just how to brush, touch and taste her, the reaction wasn't good, it was "off-the-charts" good.

So, when this seam was able, with just the slightest movements, to scroll down, up and most incredibly side to side, she could feel the blood flowing into her loins; this was the start of it. And this wasn't bad; this was "remember-this-for-the-rest-of-your-life" bad.

Crossing her legs actually made it worse, because that forced the thong deeper and tighter along her pubic mound. She took a glance at the receptionist, who was busy with something on her screen and unaware of anything going on under that thong.

Quickly, and with a minimum of movement, she turned her wingback chair away from the open area. It took four low grunts to accomplish the task but once done, she immediately sat back down.

She could feel her body temperature beginning to rise. And she didn't have to look to know that she was beginning to moisten. She bit her lower lip and wondered what she could do. Taking the panties off was clearly not an option, and she was already aroused, so that would allow everyone in the room to pick up her scent.

Perhaps shoving something between her and the seam would work. Of course! But what could she use? A page from Cosmo?

The bathroom! A couple of small squares of toilet tissue would save the day!

"He's ready to see you now!" The receptionist called.

"I just need a moment." Now, it was a battle of wills on a Wagnerian level. Could she overcome the stimulus she was feeling long enough to get to the lounge and diffuse this sexbomb before it explodes?

This was tougher than you might expect, since the blood from her head was quickly moving to her nether regions, and every single movement of her lower torso grasped, tickled, parted, trickled, scratched, caressed, annoyed, touched, brushed, plushed, rushed, crushed, lust, lust much too much!

She walked with her knees locked, robot-like toward the receptionist's desk, which got a raised eyebrow. That's when those beads kicked in.

The small, smooth black shiny pearls, each of which was about half the size of her smallest toenail, and strung together like a typical "Mardi Gras" set of beads, actually slid upward toward the crotch as she walked. Not only that but they seemed to tighten, not quite to a tourniquet force, but certainly a firm grip, sort of similar to a ponytailer around a wrist.

These little beads, which warmed to her own body heat, stroked the skin, gently rotating upward and they moved from the inner thigh outward in a circular motion and continuing to creep further up with each step. The effect was nearly like a set of fingertips continually massaging and sliding across her legs, caressing slightly but constantly pushing them...

"Oh! A Pen!" she blurted, seeing a ballpoint on the receptionist's desk.

"Here take it."

"Thanks. But what I really need right now is to"

"Hello there." From the inner office came the perfect blend of suave sophistication and down-home charm. In a glance you could see he had eyes that could make anyone melt, which wasn't fair at this point, since she was already starting to fry.

"Please come with me," he smiled. 

"Yes."

What would work? What would work? Hopping? Walking quickly? Clenching the ass? Clenching THAT ass. No! That's not helping!

Ohh, damn, damn, damn! Damn that's hot.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" He said, turning back to her.

"Nothing!" she struggled. "No. Could you direct me to the rest room?"

"I have one right in my office."

"Unnh." She rolled her eyes at the thought of this, but there was no other choice.

She was trying to think of anything to escape that feeling but she could see his neck, smell his cologne with the tones of citrus and wood, and followed the crease of his pants leg with her eye.

NO. Her mandible clenched tightly.

She managed to make a grimace seem like a smile as she rushed into the bathroom and threw the door shut, lifting her skirt up immediately to see what was happening to her.

The thong had wedged itself deeply into her crotch, and the movements of the panty had caused her clit to swell, making it that much easier for the seam to stimulate it more. Her lips had also swollen and dampened, and the crotch of the thong barely contained her as she inspected it. It was a viscous circle.

In fact, the panty was almost like a silken trap. She tried to pull it down, so she could insert the tissue squares, but it wasn't moving. 

"Mmm." She said, considering what she needed to do.

She turned on the faucet and ran the water medium hot, dipping her middle finger in the stream. She leaned against the basin of the counter and slid her finger under the waistband.

At first it was actually difficult to get underneath, but in a matter of seconds, she had eased her hand down so that her fingertip was gently stroking her aroused clit. She could feel the folds of her smooth skin and the juices that were building up as she moved the panty away from herself.

As she loosened the front of the panty, the area near her anus was pulled taut and began to rub against her. The shock of that stimulation made her gasp. She covered her mouth with her free hand as she continued to stroke her clit with the other.

Her pussy was a faucet of its own, oozing nectar and even a small bubble at the mouth.

She shuddered as she let her finger slide down, still pressed against the clit, but curling and entering her pussy.

She exhaled deeply as her finger entered, pulling the seam against her aroused asshole as she did and started to jiggle her wrist up and down, letting her pussy lips tighten around her finger.

The water continued to run, masking any sound as she started to rumble gutturally, eyes rolling into the back of her head. She kicked off her shoes and splayed her toes as her legs rose from the floor and the thong part of the panty sawed back and forth between her cheeks as she used a second finger to open herself even further and moved her hand to allow her thumb to stroke her clit in a rapid feathery fashion up and down quickly. She was starting to go crazy.

Her legs made a perfect v as they began to tense as she started to moan more loudly, then alternating moans and sighs as she approached the moment. She pointed her toes and clenched her eyes as she envisioned her potential employer.

Um what? Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. It's happening. Yeah. Yes. Oh dam. There was no turning back. Her hand was doing three things at once fingers sliding in and out, moving the panty that caused her asshole to tighten. Holding. Hoolding. Hooooooolding. The lips. The air. The thumb strum to comecomecome!

She was on the edge, and for a second, it felt like she was leaping into a gorge, flying through space, as she pulled the panty so tight against her ass, it snapped, which also plunged her hand in deeply enough to reach the palm as she crossed into total bliss! Spasm, spasm, spasm, spasm! 

Little squeals of delight with every mini orgasm followed for what seemed like two minutes, just like rapid-fire hiccups! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Oh! Ee! Oh! Ee!

Panting and gasping for air, she hit the floor, and her head missed the toilet by only a fraction.

Her whole body shuddered and sighed as the last orgasm ceased.

When she looked up, she saw that the door to the bathroom had swung open, the water faucet had just started to flood the basin, her shoes were starting to get drenched and her panty somehow was sticking to the mirror, right next to her interviewer.

She got the job, plus insurance and dental.



Laundry Day



The sounds of laughter and shouting drift in the open windows and doors. The kids are outside, running with the neighborhood. But, you never know when they'll come tearing through the house. Frank's in the den, watching football. And, he tells me there's a must-see basketball game on tonight. Cool, I like basketball. The problem is that I am horny!

Last night was so good that I can't stop thinking about it. I love to do that, replay the past evening in my head, savoring the pleasure. But, like today, that often sends me off in search of my vibrator. Who needs movie star fantasies, when my own husband can do this to me?

Of course, that's when I'm alone. Today it is Grand Central Station around here. Where on earth can a girl get some privacy? And, what about the noise? That vibrator of mine sounds like a chainsaw starting up! Where, where? It has to be some place no one will be surprised to see me if they turn up unexpectedly. I've got it; downstairs in the laundry room. With the washer and dryer going, my sounds will be drowned out. And, heaven knows there is always plenty of laundry to do. So, I tuck my toy into the clothes hamper and head for the basement. As I pass the den, I see that Frank is dozing. Even better, I think. 

Once I get the laundry rolling, I take time to contemplate my position. I wonder how soon I will be interrupted. I face so that I'll be more likely to see anyone that comes downstairs, and more likely hear if I should be called from upstairs. I lean back against the dryer and begin again to recall last night's loving. I imagine Frank's hands stroking and petting me, juicing me up for his cock. I think back on our hot kisses. And I picture his hard dick and remember how nice it was to suck and lick it before being fucked. 

Soon, I am getting wet all over again. I stroke and press, working my clit back and forth with the tip of the vibrator. No prelude. I just want an orgasm. But, I must be having trouble relaxing, worried I'll be found out. I back off and try again. Stroke and press, stroke and press, this time more firmly, and with the shaft, not just the tip end. I am so close at times, then it slips away. In desperation, I grab a couple of clothes pins and clamp them to my nipples, pretending it is Frank pinching them, knowing that makes me even hotter. 

In my frustration, I turn and lean over the washer, feeling the rhythm of the spin cycle. The vibrations of the washer reverberate through me. Thoughts of children, a napping husband and the need for stealth are forgotten. I am close again, but I just can't get there. Feeling desperate, I know I should give it up and go back upstairs. But, I can't.

Once again I become lost in the rhythm of the machine and the churning water sounds. By now I am fucking myself with the toy. Deep, deep, deep. Not my usual style. But, I am frantic now. Fuck and stroke. Rhythmically press, press. Fuck and stroke. I am consumed by last night's fire all over again. If I could just…

Suddenly, someone comes from behind and grasps my hair, forcing me to remain bent over the washer. It's Frank, I am sure. But, he won't let me see him. I feel his naked cock against me, rubbing up and down the cleft of my buttocks, while I continue to fuck myself with abandon. Now Frank presses me harder against the washer as he teases my ass and yanks the clothespins from my breasts, clamping down on my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. I moan and utter something unintelligible. I'm getting there. As my body quivers and I rock against him, he grabs a thigh and lifts my leg, seeking that hole he is here for. Still squeezing my tits, he plunges into my wet cunt, thrusting in and out, while I press the vibrator against my clit. Oh please…Yes… there it is… Frank's lips, tongue, hot breath in my ear are all it takes. We explode into the heat at the same time, collapsing against the washer. We are both drenched in sweat, smelling of our love juices. Remaining very still, we catch our breath. Then Frank turns me toward him and gives me a tender, wet kiss.

The sound of a slamming screen door lifts us out of our reverie. Children's voices in the kitchen. Back to reality. As we head upstairs, we try to make sure we are presentable, no tell tale to give us away. We still haven't spoken to each other. We grin at each other as we enter the fray of family life. Then, my husband turns to me and says, "You know honey, if that was any indication, I'd love to get more involved with helping you around the house." I'll remember that.



Laundry Elves



Annie contemplated the pile of laundry generated by her 4 kids and her husband and decided that life sucked. All she did was laundry. All they did was change their clothes. It seemed every time she finished a load, someone appeared with a new pile. On top of it all, she had to work full time. She hated it when one of the kids screamed that they needed something to wear that was being laundered; it was always her fault. Annie hated laundry. And her husband, Fred, was a lousy lay...Mr. Three Minutes...she could time an egg by him. He was so bad, sometimes she begged off sex and told him she had to do the laundry. And Annie hated laundry.

One Friday night Annie was exhausted, her day at work was lousy, dinner had been late and Fred had complained about it when she'd served it ("Tastes like shit", he had whispered.). So, she decided to get the kids to bed then take a nice relaxing bath with Mr. Big, her dildo, then go to sleep; she would ignore the laundry. But just to be fair to herself, she took all the laundry to the basement so she wouldn't have to look at it while she ignored it. The kids actually went to sleep, Mr. Big was wonderful and so attentive to her needs and she drifted to sleep smelling sweet and happy, knowing Fred would not bother her when he came to bed (he rarely initiated anything). 

After her refreshing sleep, Annie, awoke to a sunny Saturday, had a cup of coffee (she loved the weekend mornings when Fred slept, the kids slept and she had some peace) and descended into the basement, in unusually good spirits, to do the laundry. She reached the washing area and found six piles of washed clothes where she had left a large pile of dirty clothes the night before. Annie was confounded. This was unprecedented. Being pragmatic, she concluded that she had walked in her sleep and done the laundry unconsciously. She discarded the notion that Fred had done the laundry as preposterous. The Cubs would win the World Series first. 

The event bothered Annie, she was unused to mysteries, the kids and Fred were fairly predictable. She thought about it all week and decided that she would repeat the sequence of events the next week to see what happened. Just to be sure she even ignored the laundry on Thursday, thus leaving a bigger pile. She was so excited, she had trouble falling asleep, but she was asleep before Fred came to bed, as she had hoped. 

Saturday morning the clean clothes were neatly folded as the week before.

Annie made plans for the next week. Once again, she did everything as before (and sneaked some of Wednesday's laundry into the pile), but she drank coffee all day and decided she was going to discover the nature of the mystery. She was somewhat concerned that finding out what was going on might lead to the cessation of this Friday miracle, but she had to know. So, Annie lay in bed, listening, while Fred lurched around downstairs and finally came to bed. Annie feigned sleep as Fred lumbered into bed, then when his breathing became regular, she climbed out of bed and noiselessly sneaked her way to the basement.

As the laundry area came into view, Annie saw the most amazing sight....four small, absolutely naked men were doing the laundry. She stifled a gasp as she looked at the men..each was barely three feet tall, all looked young and had surprising well developed physiques and each, as incredible as it may sound, had an absolutely enormous cock. Their cocks were large by the standards of regular men, but looked huge attached to their small bodies. She also noted that the men were unashamedly erect; she swore their cocks were almost pulsating. She stared, shifted her weight on the stairs, which creaked, they looked up and saw her. She was frozen....

One of the men looked her in the eye and spoke, "You have seen us...I am afraid our work must cease, we are proscribed from doing the laundry of persons who have seen us except under special circumstances. I cannot tell you the nature of those circumstances, so we will not be back. We will however finish tonight's work..shouldn't be long."

Annie was absolutely devastated, she had sensed that her curiosity would lead to this, but she also knew...and this was a spur of the moment decision...that she had to have those cocks. They may not be back, she may be a laundry slave again, but here was a chance for adventure ..something to think about while she lay under Three-minute Fred. She moved down the stairs...approached the nearest elf and took his cock deep into her mouth.. she felt so deliciously naughty, she was dripping down her legs. 

As soon as she took the one cock into her mouth, she felt her pajama bottoms lowered another enter her from behind . She looked up to see the others being stroked within view. The elves fucked her and she sucked them...she couldn't count how many times they entered her and how many times they came...they masturbated on her, their cum ran down her legs, covered her breasts and dripped down her face...she swallowed gallons, well maybe pints. They were literally cum machines...they were always hard, always willing and always ejaculated. Annie was consumed by this unbelievable lust and fucked them until she exhausted herself; she collapsed on a chair. 

Annie started to cry, thinking of Fred, thinking of laundry, thinking of how incredible it was to have these four inexhaustible erections at her service,,, and thinking about the rest of her life. The elf that had spoken before wiped her tears and asked. "Why are you crying?". 

Annie couldn't hold it any longer, her tears streamed down her face, washing away the elves cum, "I hate laundry, I am so unhappy with my husband, my job sucks, the kids are driving me crazy and this is the most fun I have ever had and now it's over and I just don't know if I can take any more." She put her head in her hands sobbing.

The elves gathered around her and comforted her, the leader finally speaking, "But that is not entirely true. We will be back Annie. You have discovered the special circumstances...we are destined to do your laundry every week as long as we are able to continue to pleasure you. If you ever fail to appear, we will do the laundry that night but never return. But you must excuse us right now...it is nearly sunrise and we still have some laundry to finish."

So Annie, absolutely stunned by all this, adjusted her life. She saved as many clothes as possible for Friday, she always made sure Fred had too much to drink on Friday so he slept well, she encouraged sleep overs for the children and installed a lock on the basement door. And the family never questioned her strange habit of doing the laundry late Friday night....just as long as it got done, said Fred.



Laundry Etiquette



The guys in the dorm were starting to complain about my piles of dirty laundry everywhere. If guys complain, you know it's pretty bad. I had to admit it had gotten out of hand but the thought of doing laundry had me a bit perplexed. I didn't want anyone to know that I'd never done my own laundry before. How many college freshmen really know how to do their own laundry, anyway? I was almost out of clothes, so it was getting to a critical point. I asked some of the guys where the closest Laundromat was. They got this stupid grin on their faces and told me it was on Main Street across from the movie theater.

I gathered up my clothes, shoved them in some big, black garbage bags and loaded them up in the car. "First step went pretty smooth", I thought to myself. As I walked into the Laundromat I felt like everyone stopped and looked at me, like I had "Laundry Virgin" written across my forehead. I was probably just paranoid. How exciting could doing laundry be? Little did I know my view on laundry was about to change.

I stuffed my bags of clothes in a couple of machines, poured in 3 or 4 scoops of soap, poured in some bleach, put my money in, set it on "hot" (I heard "hot" gets things cleaner) and I was ready to go. Hell, this wasn't so bad. I turned to throw some garbage in the nearby trashcan and I almost knocked this woman over.

"I'm sorry, maam, I didn't see you there." This woman was smokin' hot. She had beautiful bronze legs for days and tits as round as ripe cantaloupes that made my mouth water. She looked like she worked out because her body was tight and firm. Her hair was so black that it looked like midnight as it draped across her strong but delicate back. Her sparkling blue eyes nestled between double rows of long dark lashes saw my every desire. 

"What's your name young man?" she asked. 

Girls never really paid much attention to me so I looked around thinking she had to be asking someone else. Seeing no one else around, I shyly told her, "Beau." 

"Well Beau, it seems we have a bit of a problem," she said, with agitation in her voice. "I get the feeling that this is your first time doing your own laundry. Is this correct?" she questioned. 

"Yes, did I do something wrong?" I stammered. 

"Let's put it this way Beau. My name is Lauren and I'm the owner of this place. I get young men in here all the time whose mommies never taught them how to do laundry. So, they come in here and pack my washers full and expect miracles. If I were to allow these young men to continue to do this, my washers would wear out in a month. Therefore, I feel that it is my duty to teach them proper laundering skills."

Lauren reached over and straightened my collar, ran her hand down my chest, looked into my eyes and said, "Besides, a handsome young stud like you wants to look and smell good for the ladies, don't you?" 

I knew I was in trouble when that one touch sent my cock into forward motion. 

"Come with me for some personal lessons in laundry etiquette," she beckoned. 

As I followed behind her I couldn't help but notice her hot, little, heart shaped ass. Oh what I'd like to do to that, I dreamed.

She took me to a back room with several baskets of clothes. She began instructing me on the proper way to separate laundry. She made me put the baskets of clothes in piles of light and dark, cotton and permanent press. 

"We have one more basket and I think you've got that part down. Some items in this basket need special care. They'll go in a pile for the gentle cycle," she instructed. 

Suddenly I began pulling out lacy panties, g-strings, bras, sexy nighties. I reached in the basket for more stuff and I ran into something hard. I couldn't believe that I was holding a hot-pink dildo in my hands.

"Sorry," she apologized, "that wasn't supposed to be in there." 

She knew I was totally embarrassed. She stepped right up next to me, ran her long, beautiful fingers from my shoulders, down my arms and whispered, "Take your shirt off." 

"Pardon me?" I gulped. 

"Take your shirt off and show me which pile it goes in," she commanded. 

My prick was so hard now that it hurt from the confines it was in. 

"Now your pants," she insisted. She ran her fingers through the sparse hair on my chest and then over my rock hard dick and down my thighs. 

"It's very important to understand the dynamics of each garment selection cycle," she began to instruct again. 

She walked behind me, rubbed her hands over my ass and grabbed the waistband of my underwear. She sauntered back around to face me as she pulled my underwear down to my ankles. My cock was so relieved to spring free of the bondage it was in. She backed me up until I had no place to go but to sit in a chair. She got down on her knees, spread my legs, ran her hands up the inside of my sensitive thighs and grabbed my shaft. 

"The "gentle cycle" is for delicate material that could easily be damaged. The machine agitates slowly and deliberately, like this," she enacted. She ran her long, luscious tongue from my balls all the way up the underside of my cock and then circled its bulbous head. 

"Not too much force, not too much pressure. Just slow and steady," she continued with a smile on her face. She made long licks up my shaft and then around. She took the head into her warm mouth, sucking it very softly. It was so hard not to thrust my whole stick down her steamy throat, but I knew that she was in control here.

"The next cycle, the "permanent press cycle," is for your professional clothes like slacks, dress shirts, etc. The agitation is a bit more forceful, like this." She took my rigid stick in her mouth and swallowed me whole, while she jiggled my nut sack in her hands. Her sucking was driving me crazy. She sucked just enough to keep me hard and on the edge, but not enough to cum. Whenever she thought I might be close, she squeezed my balls, squeezing back my impending explosion.

"Are you with me so far?" she questioned. 

"Oh yes!" I breathlessly responded.

"The last setting is for your durable stuff, "Washables," like tee-shirts, jeans, socks, underwear and the like. This, of course, is the most vigorous cycle of all," she said as she smeared, with her thumb, the precum from my dick all around its now, deep red head. She put her pouty lips over my aching cock and wrapped both hands around it. I knew I had died and gone to heaven when she took my entire thick, nine inches down her velvety throat. As her head came up, so did her gripped fingers.

She twisted and turned her head and hands as she quickly bobbed up and down on my rod of steel. Just as I was about to spill my load, she abruptly stopped. I strained to open my eyes and catch my breath to see what the problem was.

"Oh, what's the matter Beau? Did you want to shoot your final rinse in my mouth?" she teased. 

"You must first pass your final exam. I will demonstrate each cycle on your pretty-boy shaft, and you need to shout out what cycle it is. Any questions?" she asked. 

I shook my head from side to side, wishing she'd let me unload.

She carefully sucked my prick, but was not too gentle about it. This had to be the middle cycle. Oh god, what was that called. Suddenly it came to me. 

"Permanent Press," I echoed.

"That's the correct answer, but I want you to shout it out. I want to know how excited you are about laundry," she insisted.

She licked up and down my shaft, then around the head. I knew immediately what this was. 

"Delicate Cycle!" 

She immediately started pumping my cock with her mouth. She was going to town on him. I felt my load coming to the surface. I shot my hot jizm down her sultry throat as she milked me dry.

I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Washable Cycle!"

She got up and pressed her lips to my mouth. She entwined her tongue with mine, giving me a taste of my own sex juice.

"Next time, I'll teach you how to fold, hang up and iron," she said as she walked out the door with a smug look on her face.

I kept waiting to wake up. I was sure this had to be a dream. Things like this don't really happen, especially to guys like me. I got dressed, still in a daze. She blew more than my cock, that's for sure. 

As I was heading back to where my washers were, some guy slapped me on the back and said, "Dude, we all heard. You passed your final exam!"

I looked around and realized that everyone was staring at me. I was thoroughly embarrassed and could feel my face get hotter and redder as I realized that everyone there knew my laundry instructors teaching techniques.



Laundry Fun



I placed the laundry basket to my side and I knelt down with my back to Maria. She wrapped her arms around me and grabbed my tits, working her way down to my hips and pulled them towards her.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy this." Her hands continued to move to my dry waiting asshole. She grabbed her cock and pushed the wet, lubed, tip to my hole and stretched my ass as the bulbous head was guided into me.

She pulled me up and down on her cock til I was sitting on her lap, balls deep.

"Fold the laundry like a good girl." I sat up a little, feeling the cock slide out a few inches, and grabbed a shirt. Maria guided me back to her lap where I folded the shirt. Again I had to sit up to get another article of clothing and I was returned to her lap. I slid up and down on her cock as I worked my way through the loads of laundry.

About half way through we both were really enjoying the experience. We drifted off and I was bouncing on her and she started to talk dirty to me. My two favorites that I can remember were her talking about watching her cock fill me and how I was her slutty maid.

It wasn't much longer til I was fully relaxed and open for what she was giving me.

By now I had a few stacks of clothes that were too high and started tipping over. I was told to stop folding and put away what was folded. I stood up and her cock popped out. Wobbly on the heels, I pulled the skirt down and tried to center myself so I didn't fall over. I bent over to pick up what I could and Maria slapped my ass. "You're such a good slut." I looked over and she was stroking her cock with one hand and finger fucking herself with the other hand.

I walked back and forth putting away the folded laundry. A few times while bent over or kneeling down the air being released from my open hole could be heard. Maria excused herself and I took this opportunity to hit the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and turned around to see Maria's view as I played her slutty maid. My blonde wig hid my head, a black corset with pink edging covered my stuffed bra and slim torso. The bottom of the corset blended to the black mini skirt with pink skulls. Topping it all off with black fishnets with a garter belt and black heels. From this view she was fucking another girl. I lifted my skirt and spread my ass to see my relaxed hole. I hit the toilet quickly to be sure I was 100% empty and met Maria back in the room.

She assumed the position and I was stopped from shoving her back in me. She pulled my cheeks apart and tongued my opening hole. After a few minutes she guided my hips and her cock slid into my wet hole. She held my hips and ground deep into me, forcing out more air against her cock. Again I was in the routine of sliding up and down on her as I reached and folded the laundry.

I found her pushing me forward and thrusting into me more and more. At times I couldn't concentrate on the task in front of me. Maria always reminded me by either slapping or ramming me, combined with a verbal correction.

As I finished up the last pair of jeans she pushed me forward, her cock fell out and I was facing the floor with my ass up. She got up, over me, and slid her cock into me and started fucking. She alternated from using my skirt or hips to fuck me back into her. I would have done anything for her at this time but she didn't want my help and she lost herself and fucked me hard. I could feel my balls and cock swing in sync with her rocking my hips and world. She shuttered and moaned, pulling out of me.

"Oh god! I thought seeing a stiff cock disappear inside you while feeling my clit rub against you was a great orgasm. But, seeing your ass stretched like it is now is giving me a different feeling of orgasm."

She slapped my ass playfully and I got up, straightened my clothes and put away the rest of the laundry.



Laundry Girl



Summer was always my favourite time of year, strange things always happened in the summer. Living is a small town, growing up with the same people and knowing everyone around for miles had both advantages and disadvantages. I remember on magical moment in the summer of 1985. I was a teenager, bored and hornier than a two puckered hoot owl in mating season!

This humid sticky night I was making my way to see my circle of friends at our local party pit for some music, drink and smoke. I was in my black period then, easier to elude the coppers if they crashed us that way. Running a little behind I cut through the back yards of my little hometown to make up the drinking time lost getting ready. Lost in the ideas of getting into someone at the party my response was automatic as I crossed one such yard and was suddenly bathed in light. I rolled into the darkness as froze as I waited to see what or who was trying to catch me. No one came and I realized it was the light from a basement window of the house I was now pressed against. Careful to stay in the darkness I moved to the window to look and found Terry walking down the stairs to their laundry room.

She was the oldest sister to one of my friends, a college girl that was home for the summer working at the local road crew as a sign girl. Incredibly tanned for all she did was stand in the sun with a "slow/stop" sign in her hand soaking up the rays. She was wearing a short bathrobe showing off her bronze legs as she moved across the floor to the washer and dryer. She reached in to the washer and came out with some clothes that she hung on the makeshift line stung across the floor joists overhead. My breath caught as she raised her arms to hang the garment causing her robe to slacken and give me a view of almost the entire right breast. It shone white against the tan of her neck and face. She repeated the moves with another piece of cloths and again I was treated to the side of her boob.

I realized then that I was rubbing my crotch, my cock was a semi from the thought of her and I and it felt good through my pants as I watched the little show. She returned to the washer and reached in for another her long brown hair falling off her back to hang across her face. As she stood her belt fell away and my eyes widened, as she turned with her robe almost open. The material had caught on the slope of her breasts giving me a glimpse of the milky white flesh and the added treat of a hint of the brown areola on the ends.

My hand was inside my pants now, pulling and squeezing my dick as I watched her through the window. I started to tremble as she returned to the washer she removed the robe and tossed it over the side of the machine. The white bra line shone across her sleek brown back as she reached for more. She was well toned as she had that line down her spine that lead to her sparkling white panties with a line down the middle... Now being a shy 19 year old, I had seen tonnes of girls with no clothes on before (all in mags), but I didn't realise at first that she was naked until she moved and I could see her white panties were actually tan lines. I tore at my belt and ripped my pants down to set my Johnson free. I was rubbing it enthusiastically as I watched her continue her chores. 

She was magnificent! Looking back now, she was about 110 pounds, 34C cup and probably a 24 waist and 36 in the hips. Her breasts were proud and the small nipples pointed slightly upward defying gravity set in the centre of those pinky brown circles. A flat bronze stomach held a cute innie navel on the way to a white triangle that surrounded a little tuff of brown hair nestled between her deeply tanned shapely long legs. She stood on long slender toes as she reached into the washed again, fishing for anything else but came up empty.

I was entranced. A marching band could have played up behind me and I wouldn't have heard them. I was lost in the beauty through the window as I pumped my swollen cock at the sight. Being an accomplished masturbator I knew I wasn't lasting much longer as my hips slowly rocked in time with my hand. Which was good as I knew the show was almost over as she closed the lid of the washer and turned towards the dryer. Sadly her back was too me so all I had was that tight looking up side down heart of an ass to fantasize about as I stroked my pulsing rod.

I watched as she opened the dryer then bent over to get the clothes out. My head spun as she bent at the hips, legs slightly apart and her knees locked. Her pussy lips pointed up at me, framed by those firm thighs, shaved smooth and full. I could stand no more and had to bite my lip to stifle a groan as my nuts contracted and my orgasm began. Pulse after pulse of jism fountained from my cock as I came. I had to lean against the house to stop from falling as I emptied my ball, my fist milking more cum from my rod as I stared at the luscious kiwi by the dryer. She picked up the full basket and put it on the washer before retrieving her robe and belting back around herself. Then with basket in hand she left and headed back up the stairs and seconds after she left my view the light snapped off and I was again in darkness.

Panting like a marathon runner I wiped my hand on the grass and stuck my shrinking dick back in my pants and zipped up. I was a little shaky as I climbed to my feet and continued on my way. I got the party, as it was in full swing and with a beer in hand I set off to the side to reply the laundry in my head.

The next morning I stumble by to call on Terry's younger sister and stopped by the window to reminisce about the show the night before. I stared in semi horror at the dried streaks of cum that covered the window and ground below it. Half laughing and half screaming inside I hurried away from the scene of the crime and rang the bell. Terry answered on her way to work; I bushed as she called her sister and head out to her car. I watched her walk away, knowing what she hid under those clothes. I turned back to the house with a grin as she drove away.



Laundry Lust



In a Liberal Arts College, you learn a lot. They make you take classes that have absolutely nothing to do with your major. They make you participate in extra-curricular activities. They want you to leave well-rounded and experienced in all facets of life before facing the "real world." 

They don't tell you what KIND of extra-curricular activities you should participate in...nor do they actually know exactly HOW well-rounded their students become when they graduate.

I participated in the television station. I wasn't going to. I was more of the quiet and shy type. Television was not my thing. Writing? Yes, please. Newspaper. Yearbook. Magazine. I'm all for. TV? No way did I want to be the center of attention. But, reluctantly dragged by a friend, I went. And then I saw him. 

He was a sophomore. Had black, curly hair. Something about him - his personality, the fact that he just didn't give a damn about anything - and it showed...just attracted me to him. I was ecstatic when he picked me to work on his show - as an audio technician. I knew NOTHING about working an audio board, but I was determined to learn if it meant working with him.

We worked together for about a month before he finally asked me to hang out. Again, I'm the quiet and shy type. Who never had a boyfriend. Who never had even been kissed before. Seventeen years old. And I was OK with all of that.

Up until now.

When I headed over to his dorm room, his roommate happened to be there, much to my dismay. Yet we talked and learned a bit more about each other. That originally he didn't want to go into television. That his roommate liked to watch porn - and so did he, as they both promptly put on "Skinamax" at 11pm. That he liked to burn candles. Weird, yes. But oddly attractive.

I told him I never had a boyfriend. Which then led to the fact that I had never been kissed, never had sex and, yes, never had an orgasm. He sympathetically sighed and went back to watching television. I then thought that my chance had passed, as he was not interested in a girl with no experience. 

I left his room, not knowing what would happen next. I went back to my dorm room and took a long cold shower, letting the water run down my legs in an effort to ease the throbbing ache of lust I was feeling. I had never before felt like this in my life, and I knew I'd have to do something about it. And soon.

I spent the entire night on Google, searching techniques and methods. Searching terms, watching porn, looking at pictures. I even ran into the shower, again, but this time to shave and trim my forest into something clean and neat, worthy of 'eating out.'

The next day came, and I passed him on my way to a class. Not a hello, not a second glance. I knew my chances were over. I had to run the audio board for his show that night, and he treated me like he treated all of his "workers," in fact he was even more hard on me by pointing out every little error I made and even berating me in front of everyone. I left humiliated and vowed to quit the following day.

Back in my room, I finished up a report and began to get ready for bed. Then, around two in the morning, I got a text message - asking me to help him fold wash. Since he was in the next dorm over, I slipped on my flip-flops wondering what he would want at this time of night, wondering if it was to REALLY fold wash, and headed out into the cold night air.

The laundry room was small and dark, as it was in the basement of his dorm. I was wearing what any college girl wore at two in the morning - plaid pajama pants, with no panties underneath, and a tank top. With no bra, of course. He took notice of that almost immediately when I walked into the room as my D-cups were staring up at him, longing for his touch. My erect nipples from the cold, and from the sight of him in only in his boxers, almost popped out of my shirt and as his gaze traveled upwards to my eyes, I saw that he knew what I was hoping for that night.

And then it was like a switch was flipped, as he quickly moved towards me and grabbed my back, pressing my body tight against his. I sharply inhaled his cologne as I felt something hard press against my stomach. I looked down to see a bulge popping out of his boxers. I went to say something, and he pressed his lips hard against my mouth. I slightly opened my mouth, not knowing what to expect, and his tongue started sucking my lips. 

I had no idea what to do, or how to do it. I absently fumbled as if I knew what I was doing, running my hands along his body, his lean and fit body. Were they abs? Oh yes. They were. I kept moving my hands down towards his boxers, and stopped. I didn't know what to do. Do I touch it? Do I not? Do I wait for a signal? I tried to remember what I learned from Google the night before. Don't bite. Be gentle.

His hands were now massaging my breasts, and he soon lifted my shirt up and over my head. I was now topless. As I reached for the light, to turn it off, he stopped me. I had never before let anyone see me naked. 

"Leave the light on. You're perfect, and I want you to see everything," he said. They were the first words he spoke, and I melted hearing them. 

"But, I look horrible. You don't want to see me. No one has ever seen me naked."

"I know. I want to be the first," he muttered as he slowly tugged at my pants. I smiled and decided to follow his lead. I let him pull them down, and when I stepped out of them I heard him exhale as I turned around to place them on the washer. 

He then took my hand, and placed it directly on top of his hard, and large,

cock. He looked up to see the surprise in my eyes, and started moving my hand along his long shaft. 

I started to protest, "seriously, I've never done this before. What if I'm horrible? What if you hate th-..."

He cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. "I won't hate it. And you'll be fine."

"So what should I do? Tell me, and I'll do it," I told him, staring down at my hands cradling his huge cock.

"Get on your knees."

This seemed an odd request to me, but I dutifully did. I was now eye-level with his cock, and I knew what he wanted me to do. Without being directed I hungrily grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. My eyes gazed upwards as he let out a gasp of surprise and I saw a smile play upon his lips. 

His hand started rubbing the top of my head, then started pushing my head down, further, so that my mouth went down the full length of his shaft. He did this several times, then stopped and let me continue at my own pace.

I suddenly tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum, so I knew he was enjoying it. I pretended like I was licking the largest and tastiest lollipop I had ever had, and I was enjoying running my tongue all over. He suddenly pushed me back and told me to stop. 

I immediately thought I had done something wrong, but he pulled me up and then lifted me on the running dryer. He looked me in the eyes and told me to spread my legs. I did, and he placed a finger in my dripping wet pussy. He thrust it in, deep, and my body shuddered. His other hand found my breasts, and started massaging them. 

I couldn't help it, I moaned, loudly and he glanced at the door that had no lock and went "shhh!" 

"I'm sorry - it just, it just felt really good!"

"It's going to feel even better, but you have to be quiet, ok?"

I couldn't imagine how it could possibly feel any better, but I was anxious with anticipation so nodded that I would stay silent and pulled him in closer. 

He then got down on his knees, he was so tall, and continued thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy. With his other hand, he started to play with my clit as he then put two fingers in. I could hear the juices of my pussy sloshing as he thrust his fingers in as deep as they could go, and I bit my lip so as not to moan. 

He then leaned forward and started to lick my pussy with his tongue, and then began flicking my clit with his tongue. My whole body shivered as I felt energy throughout my entire body. I didn't know an orgasm felt this good - and I didn't know why I waited so long to have one.

He felt my cum and smiled, standing up. I thought he was done, and said, "wait...what about you?"

He didn't say anything, but pulled me closer as I realized I was the perfect height for him to enter me while sitting on the dryer. My eyes got wide as I realized what was about to happen. I, the President of National Honor Society, editor of the school paper, who never had even been kissed - was about to lose her virginity to this man she had just met...on top of a dryer in the laundry room. 

And I was totally OK with it.

My doubt having passed, I took note to the fact he double-checked the door to make sure no one was coming...well, other than me! He then moved closer to me, and pulled me almost to the end of the dryer. His hard cock was rubbing against my dripping wet pussy, and he started to rub it along my clit.

I had never done any of this before, but I knew what I wanted and so I begged for the teasing to stop. He looked perplexed, but then laughed as he then slammed his cock all the way into me. 

My whole body exploded as I felt his cock go deep into my pussy. His thrusts were quick and hard, and yet they were deep. Oh, so deep. I bit my lip again to muffle a moan, but I couldn't resist letting a loud "Oh!" out. 

He stopped, and smiled. He knew he was making my first time one I'd never forget. He then thrust his cock back in me, this time harder than before. As the dryer vibrated underneath me, and every inch of his massive cock was inside me, I began to shake as my body exploded. At the same moment I heard him let out a moan as he finished, and my body collapsed in sheer disbelief and exhaustion. I did not want to move, and I could tell he didn't either.

I eased my way off of the dryer, and hopped onto the floor. I knew I had a silly grin on my face, as I couldn't help myself. I felt so...liberated! I wanted to do it again...and again...and again. As I stood in front of him, I reached down to his cock, feeling the wetness of our cum all over it. I started to stroke it, and he pulled away telling me "tomorrow is another day." He put on his boxers and t-shirt and walked out the door, leaving it wide open. I stood there, naked, wondering what else he had in store for me.

I then smiled as I pulled on my pj pants and tank top and began the short walk back to my dorm. I was debating taking a shower, but decided I wanted to enjoy the warmth between my legs as I fell asleep. As my head hit my pillow for my 3-hour nap before my 7am class, I smiled as I realized that I was going to learn a lot more than what I bargained for in college. 

And I was MORE than OK with that.



Laundry Luv



I just had my thirty fifth birthday and on one cold evening in early April, I was in my basement laundry room doing several loads of laundry. The laundry room contained a top loading washer and an electric dryer. The room was actually only about five feet by ten feet in dimension. At one end of the room was a door that led into a common underground hallway that connected all the other laundry room doors in my apartment building.

A few months ago, a new family had moved in next to me, including some children. The family was somewhat friendly, but I always wondered about one of the adult daughters that never spoke to me.

So, on this day that I was doing laundry with the wash machine and dryer both going, I heard a basement door close and then a female voice say, "Oh damn."

I had never heard anyone out in the common hallway, so I was puzzled. 

The next thing I know is there is a bang, bang, bang on my door. I open the door and there is my next door neighbor's daughter with a distressed look on her face. She says, "Oh I am so sorry, I was doing my laundry too and I thought I would take a quick peek out in the corridor, but the door locked behind me. I heard your washer and dryer going and took a chance that you were down here too. I apologize for my appearance, but I was washing my clothes too."

With that I took a close look at her after inviting her into my laundry room. I said, "What is your name?" She said, "Sara." She was naked from the waist down. She had on a white negligee top that you could see her dark brown nipples against her creamy white skin. She had ample cleavage and I guessed her breasts were the size of grapefruits. Her face was smooth and pleasing with natural red lips and a straight nose. Her teeth were white and straight and her eyebrows were a thin brown line. Her eyes were blue with long natural eyelashes. Her face was framed by long medium brown hair that was loose down to her breasts. Her negligee top was held up by straps on small smooth shoulders and thin arms. Her waist was thin and her hips flared out slightly. I guess she looked in her twenties.

The most astounding part of her was her pussy. From the middle of her mound down it was like a camel toe. Above there was a thin sparse covering of brown, almost peach like fuzz. Her legs were also thin and altogether she stood about 5 foot and a half. 

I had on only a pair of pajama bottoms with no underwear and all of my five inch boner was standing at attention.

Sara said, "As you can see, I could not go outside to knock on the outside apartment door. I was going to ask you if you had some clothes that I could borrow. But, I see that you have something else that needs attention first." "My mother and I thought you were a virgin. Is that true?"

I said "Yes, unfortunately that is true."

"I have not had very many boyfriends", Sara said. "But, if you let me, I can help you."

"What do I do?" I said.

Sara took both hands and lifted off her top and then took hold of my pajama bottoms and slowly eased them to the floor. As she passed my penis she gave it a lick and said, "I can't believe that such a wonderful tool such as yours has never been used. I will put it to use!"

She said, "I am on the pill, so don't worry about getting me pregnant."

Now with both of us naked, she bent over the washer and said. "Here, stick it here." She parted her pussy lips with one of her hands and I guided my throbbing penis into her hole. She then took my two hands and brought them around to the front of her and she said, "Massage my breasts gently, this will make me more wet so you can go in and out better."

I kissed Sara and she put her tongue inside my mouth. This felt good. I began to push my penis in to her, but it was tight. After a few strokes things got a whole lot more slippery and the harder I got, the more she started moaning. I think she had her clit against the vibrating wash machine because I could feel the vibrations when I pushed each stroke into her.

We continued this way until I told her I could not hold it any more. I let go and it felt so good. Some cum dripped to the carpeted floor.

Sara said, "That was good for starters, but we should go to your bedroom where I can teach you more." So, both of us naked, went up to my bedroom and Sara lay face up on my bed. She said, "I want to teach you how to get a woman off without using your penis." I told her that I had some idea how to do that. So Sara spread her legs as far as she could and I knelt between them and bent down to kiss her on the mouth exchanging tongues. I kissed her on her neck slowly inching my way towards her left breast. When I got to her left nipple I sucked on it like a nursing baby. Sara started to moan again. I knew she was warming up. There was something about her moaning that drove me on. Sara's nipples were very hard by this time. I moved to the right nipple and repeated the same sucking.

I then started a slow kissing action from between her breasts down to her brown golden pussy. As I got closer and closer to her clit, Sara moaned softly and her breathing got very shallow. I kissed around her pussy on her open wide legs and then I returned and placed my mouth directly over her vagina lips. I just licked and licked while Sara moaned louder. I found her button, her clit, and focused my attention there and licked it until Sara shook a small tremor. I figured I had hit the spot and let up when Sara said, "That was beautiful, now your turn."

She said, "Now you lay on your back." She took my penis in her mouth and massaged my balls until I came in a few minutes. Sara then stroked my penis again until I was hard and she impaled her pussy on it and rode it up and down until I came for a third time. She showed me many other positions of love making and I was sweating and exhausted when she was finished with me. Sara said, "Now you are no longer a virgin in love. I will return often and enjoy our new found love."

I kissed her once again, she put on some clothes I had and went to her apartment. This was only the first of many love meetings Sara and I had. 



Laundry Night



The night air is cool, but cleansing as you take deep breaths, feeling invigorated and energized. You walk slowly down the darkened street, past a laundry mat that is open until 1 a.m. according to the sign. You glance into the window and watch as you see me holding up a pair of red thong panties. I fold them slowly with care, smoothing them gently with my long well manicured nails. I pick up a pair of lavender lace panties with black trim and fold them with the same care as the other pair. Slowly licking my sensual lips, I pick up my favorite black see through nightie and hold it against my body. As I turn towards the window I notice you standing with your hands pressed against the glass. Smiling with amusement, I hold the nightie the way it would cover my body, letting you take notice that it has nipple cut outs. Glancing over I can tell you are paying close attention. 

I hear the door open and see you walk in slowly with a smile, and a hard on. I nod and continue folding my lovely garments I look over to the far corner and make sure the elderly attendant is still sleeping soundly, soap opera digest still gripped in her hands. You walk past me to the candy machine and I silently follow you, then stand behind you as you pretend to make a selection. Leaning forward, I put my chin on your shoulder and feel your body stiffen as I press against your back, allowing you to feel my rock hard nipples through the thin black shirt I am wearing. 

*whispering* 

"Bet I am sweeter than anything there."

Walking off, I can sense you following me as I return to the corner alcove , back to the folding table. I sit on the table, placing my laundry in a basket pretending not to notice you. You make your presence known by stroking my cheek and tilting my face up to meet your gaze. I smile as you lean forward and give me a soft, that becomes more passionate, more intense. I feel your tongue part my lips, then slide into my mouth to explore and tease my own tongue.

I wrap my arms around you pressing your body tightly against mine. You grasp my thighs firmly with strong fingers and slowly part them. My chest heaves as your hands explore my breasts, then roams across my stomach, stroking my hips, your mouth still devouring mine. You slide your hands between my thighs and I gasp as I feel your finger tips quickly pass over my pussy, I moan and press forward with urgent need. You pull back and with a smile slowly shake your head no. Impatiently I reach out to touch your hard cock, but again you shake your head and hold my hand back. With a smile you slowly pull my short skirt down and off, leaving me in my heels, thigh high black lace stockings and black silk thong panties. You slowly remove my shirt, then my black lace bra, allowing my soft tits to spring free. They bounce and sway as you lay me back on the table, tweaking my hard peach nipples, rolling them between your fingers.

Breathing in gasps, I close my eyes and swallow hard, my back arching as you tweak my nipples harder, squeezing and kneading them expertly with your large hands.. I feel r one hand roaming across my body while the other pulls my panties down slowly, then off. You smell them, inhaling deeply of the wet juices then wink as you put them in your pocket. Starting at my ankle, you kiss your way up my inner thigh, I can feel your tongue through the lace stockings, licking and sucking my skin. Your lips set my flesh ablaze as you trail your tongue up my inner thigh. With your fingers, you part my wet, needy pussy, quickly flicking finger tips across my clit. 

I cry out and buck my hips as you flick your tongue across my clit then suck it into your hungry mouth. I can see the old lady wake and look around, but quickly nod back off. You bury your face into my wet, tight pussy, your mouth clamping down on my clit, sucking and biting, I thrust my hips riding your face hard and fast. My chest heaves as you start driving your tongue deep and hard into my hot pussy hole, I feel your fingers start to trace my ass hole, then a finger thrusts in as you tweak my clit. I cry out sitting up at the same time. I see the old lady wake up, yawns sleepily, then put on a radio headset. You drive your tongue deeper, and I cum hard, my body trembling and my hips thrusting upward, filling your face and mouth with my juices. Shaking and gasping for air, you kiss me deep allowing me a generous taste of my own honey as you thrust your tongue once again deep into my mouth. I realize your finger is still in my ass, as you start to thumb my clit and suck my nipples. You suck one then the other, burying your fingers deep, I gasp then cum again as you bite my nipple and tug it with your teeth.

You pull me down from the table and press me against the wall tummy first. I hear you unzip, then feel your cock rubbing across my ass and then my dripping pussy. I lean back against you as you lift my one foot off the floor and prop it on the edge of a chair, spreading my legs wide. You stroke my pussy while you thrust your hard cock in deep , lifting me off the floor. I moan out as you thrust again , holding me secure and tight against your body, again you thrust deeper. Your fingers tweak my clit and stroke across my ass as you thrust harder and faster, lifting me off the floor each time. I cry out, for more, and you oblige, thrusting so hard my face presses against the wall I moan but say nothing, thrusting my body against yours. Your cock throbs in my hungry hole, your balls tighten as you increase the pace. I hear you moan and feeling your body tremble as you wrap your fingers in my hair, "Cum for me, cum hard on my cock, Now!" 

Thrusting so hard I lose my breath then get slammed fully against the wall as you explode in my aching pussy. I reach back to grasp your hips, pumping you into me deeper. You slowly pull you cock out and turn me around, guiding me into the chair. As you squirt the last of your hot cum across my face and tits I lick your twitching cock, sucking the cream as it gushes all over me. You stroke my hair as I lick your cum from my face, fingers, and tits, then I lick you clean. You lean down and kiss me as you zip up. With a smile, you hand me a card with your number. And simple say "Tomorrow night we do my laundry" With a wink you turn and leave, withdrawing my panties from your pocket and smelling them as you walk out the door.



Laundry Night



The basement laundry room was empty, for once-but then, most of the building's residents fought over the five machines on the weekends, but on a Tuesday night, there was often no one to be seen. Still, Leah hastened to move the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer, feeling a bit self-conscious about the minimal amount of clothing she was wearing. Since it was laundry night, she'd stripped off her work clothes when she got home, and pulled on a pair of thin sweats and a t-shirt, not bothering with panties or bra. The t-shirt-she realized as she bent down to open the first dryer-was a bit too tight and a bit too low-cut. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the shirt-not uncommon for her 38DD tits-but this was a communal laundry room and she barely knew her neighbors. 

At that moment, Leah heard the elevator door open and someone approach. She looked up to see a really attractive guy holding a box of fabric softener sheets. His eyes moved slowly up Leah's body, stopping at her chest a moment before he looked up at her face and smiled. "Hey," he said, in a low, lazy voice. "How's it going?" 

Leah blushed, turning her upper body away from his gaze, and replied, "Okay thanks-how 'bout you?" 

Not bothering to answer, he leaned against a washing machine, grinning and watching her move her wet clothes into two dryers. Leah could feel a flush spread up her neck. She stole a quick glance at him, getting even redder. He was tall and athletic, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and the sexiest smile she'd seen in a long time. He wore a pair of dark blue sweats and a gray t-shirt, with flip-flops on his feet. Leah could see the edge of his plaid boxers peeking over the waistband of his sweats. Surprising herself, all she could think about was moving over to him to run her fingers along and inside the elastic band of his sweatpants.

Seconds ticked by and he just leaned against the machine, grinning, watching her move her clothes from washer to dryer. In the transfer, a pair of panties fell silently to the floor. Leah didn't notice them drop until the guy reached down to pick them up. He stood there, behind her, her wet panties dangling from his long fingers. 

"You dropped something," he whispered, leaning in close behind her so that his mouth brushed her right ear, and she could feel his hip against her ass. Leah froze, unsure what to do, then turned slightly to take the panties from his hand. Just then, he dropped his hand under her breast, and gently nudged her back from the dryer door so he could toss the panties inside. 

Instead of moving away, though, he left his arm around her body, her full, soft breast resting heavily against the hard bicep. Leah could feel the heat of his body, and felt herself reddening, unsure what to do. "Thanks," she could barely manage to say, feeling his hand now moving across her belly, toying with the waistband of her sweats in the way she imagined playing with his. Her breathing was shallow, her heart racing. She could feel his hard body against hers, shifting slightly until he was directly behind. 

His free hand moved to softly caress her ass. "Yeah, can't lose those, or you'll be left with none, I guess," he teased, feeling her naked behind through the thin sweats. "That could lead to all kinds of trouble, don't you think?" he asked, his voice soft, sultry, and playful. 

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" she teased right back. "You mean like some stranger coming up behind me, running his hands all over my ass?" 

"Yeah, something like that...you never know," he said, continuing his caresses. "Unless you like that kind of thing." 

"Well, I don't know," she answered. "I've never had that happen before. What else might he do?" 

He smiled, and pulled her closer to his body, his hand momentarily stopping its explorations. Leah loved the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, and wanted his hand to continue its caresses. Instead, she felt him lift his hand away from her. Before she had a chance to react, though, she felt it return to the small of her back-this time, gently stretching the sweats down as his warm hand moved against her bare skin. 

"Oh!" she moaned softly, feeling his hand slip inside the back of her pants, his fingers teasing the line of her ass, gently kneading the globes of her ass as he wriggled closer behind her. 

"Like that?" he whispered, his strong fingers moving downwards, cupping and rubbing her skin. 

"Oh yeah..." she responded, her body feeling weak in his embrace, wondering what he was going to do next. She didn't have long to wait: his hand moved up and out, to be replaced almost instantly with his semi-soft cock. He stood pressed against her, his long, thick and veiny cock resting inside her sweats, nestled against the crack of her ass, gently pulsing as he held her tight. 

"Oh my God," thought Leah, a low moan escaping her lips. She felt his lips against her ear. "Like that, babe?" he purred. 

"Oh my God, yes," she moaned, barely able to answer him. She lifted herself up on her toes, allowing his tremendous cock to slip further down between her thighs, her ass cheeks rubbing against his length, eliciting a small sigh from him. Leah could feel the head of his cock against her pussy, which was so wet she was sure there must be a telltale stain on the front of her sweats. He gently moved back and forth, almost imperceptibly rubbing against her, causing her to moan again and squeeze her thighs together. He moaned too, his left arm wrapping around her and both hands moving up under her t-shirt to play with her aching nipples. 

Leah could barely hold on, so aroused by this guy she felt that she could orgasm any minute. As his fingers toyed with her hard nipples, rolling and gently stretching them, she moved against him, desperate to feel him rubbing against her swollen lips and clit. As his cock stiffened, it pressed up harder against her pussy, sending Leah right over the edge. 

Her body shook with the orgasm as she let out a muffled cry, her mouth pressed against the swell of her breast so the whole building wouldn't hear her. He held her tight, smiling wickedly, still playing with her tits. 

"All better?" he teased, knowing how ridiculous a query that was-he could feel her coming against him, her moisture flooding the head of his cock, mixing with the pre-cum he knew was dripping out of him. His hands cupped her breasts under her shirt, his large hands warm and soft against her skin.

Leah caught her breath, and smiled. "Not yet," she panted. She reached into the front of her pants, and spread her moist folds with her fingers, rubbing against the thick head of his cock as she readied herself. She could feel him there, poised, ready. With one push, Leah raised her hips forward and felt him slide deep into her warmth. 

"Ohhhh..." they moaned in unison, his long, thick cock settling itself deep inside of her. He gripped her hips, moving gently in and out with long, slow strokes, the veins on his cock rubbing against her inner walls, driving her wild with desire. 

"Oh...much better!" he murmured, directly into Leah's ear. His tongue traced her lobe, sucking gently. Leah melted, pushing down onto his rock-hard cock as it plunged deeper into her. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her pussy lips-every bit of him felt incredible, she thought to herself. She wiggled her ass against him, grinding down onto his cock, smiling as she heard his moan of delight. 

"You're going to make me come, baby," he whispered, almost breathlessly, picking up his stroke a bit. "You want me to come inside of you?"

Leah met his strokes, pressing herself against him as he pushed deeper into her. She could feel her second orgasm building-his cock filled her completely, and she didn't want it to end, but she couldn't last much longer without totally losing control. She pushed harder against him, grinding her ass against his pubic bone. 

"I can't hold on much longer-you're driving me crazy," he nearly cried, holding her tighter and plunging faster and harder into her. 

Leah's breaths came in short bursts-her body felt flushed, her nipples were aching. She was nearly there, and wanted to feel him explode inside her. She reached down and pulled his hand to her breast, and he responded immediately, teasing the rock-hard nipples and squeezing. Leah moaned, just about to lose herself in the orgasm, when she felt his cock twitching, ready to blow. He pushed hard into her, holding deep inside of her, his fingers pulling at her left nipple as his orgasm hit. Leah felt him release a river of thick, warm come inside of her. The sensation was so strong, she erupted in her own orgasm, shuddering around his still-pulsing cock. 

They stayed together that way, breathing heavily, flushed and nearly dizzy with the excitement, for what felt like forever to Leah. After a few moments, he eased out of her, his cock still half-hard, and dripping wet. 

Leah leaned against the dryer, catching her breath. Turning around to face him, she watched him tuck his cock back into his pants, both of them grinning. He leaned into her, his strong arms on either side of her body, resting against the dryer. Leah wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him closer. 

"You're lucky no one came down to do laundry," she laughed. "What got you into such a naughty mood?" 

He grinned back, and leaned down to kiss her. "The thought of you, down here, without your panties. When I saw you forgot the fabric softener sheets, I figured I'd bring them down to you...and see if I could take advantage of you at the same time." 

Leah tapped him lightly on the ass, laughing. "You did, huh? Well, you know what happens to naughty boys, don't you, Matthew?" 

"No, what?" he asked, innocently, pulling away from her to sit on top of the dryer. 

Moving his legs aside to close the door, Leah started the dryer, grabbed the box of softener sheets, and started towards the elevator. Looking back over her shoulder at Matt still sitting there grinning at her, she smiled and said, "C'mon-I have 45 minutes of drying time to show you." 



Laundry Night



"Grab a load of t-shirts and shorts and a load of delicates." Jackie was calling late on Friday night. I'm wasn't sure why I should take my laundry over to her house, I have a perfectly good, and new, washer and dryer. Top end LG. But I was intrigued.

"I'll pick you up in ten. And wear a t and some shorts. And nice undies," she said.

Ten minutes later, she was in the driveway in her convertible.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Just a little trip," she answered. "And a little barrier pushing."

Okay, I thought. This should be "interesting."

We drove out of town a little, to a combo convenience store and laundromat. 

"What are we doing here?"

"You'll see," was all I got back.

We went into the laundromat. There was an open doorway between the laundromat side and the store. I could see the cashier, a young lady of maybe mid 20s. She looked up for a second, and then back at her TV show, maybe Leno or Letterman, I couldn't tell.

"Action time." Jackie announced. "Sort your laundry into two washers."

So I did. One for my cottons, the other for my underwear.

"Now the rest," Jackie announced. Of course, that was her plan. She stripped off her t-shirt, then her shorts, and popped them into one washer.

"What the hell." I thought, and proceeded to do likewise. I unhooked my bra and tossed it in my other washer, then slid my panties down my legs and threw them in. I looked at Jackie and she was smiling, still in her underwear. She then followed my lead. We added the detergent and started the washers. Three dollars for a load! Man, had things gone up since I last had to use one of these things.

Jackie then picked up a paper and started reading, her body pretty much blocked from the clerk's view.

I did the same, squirming a little as I sat down in the cold plastic chair. I was also a little scared. We were pretty much stuck here for an hour.

About twenty minutes later, Jackie announced "I'm thirsty. Want a Coke?"

I looked at her, startled.

"Okay, Diet or regular?"

"Umh, regular, I guess." The I stared at her, eyes probably trying to pop out of my sockets. "You know that you have to go in the store?" I asked.

"Yup."

She put the paper down, grabbed her purse and headed into the store. She turned left as soon as she went in and headed for the coolers. A couple of minutes later, she was walking up to the cashier. I was staring intently.

The clerk looked up at her, then did a double take. She was frozen for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably no more than 10 or 15 seconds. Then she looked my way. I felt my cheeks redden. She looked back at Jackie, who handed her the two bottles. After another couple of moments, the cashier scanned the two bottles and said something. Jackie dug into her purse, pulled out her wallet and gave the girl a bill. The clerk opened the till and gave Jackie her change. Jackie then gave the woman another bill and she opened the till again, giving Jackie some change, probably quarters.

Jackie walked back into our side and sat down, not picking up the paper.

"She was looking at my pussy and my tits," Jackie said. "She just couldn't look away. Was she staring at my behind?"

"Yeah, it looked that way."

Soon enough, the washers stopped and we moved our clothes to the dryers. I looked up. The girl was staring at us. I sheepishly waved, then sat down, leaving the paper on the other seat.

"What the hell." I thought. In for a penny, in for a pound.

About fifteen minutes later, a car pulled up in front of the store. The cashier looked at us, giving a very concerned look.

"Start reading," Jackie announced, and picked up her paper.

I did the same and sneaked a peek into the store. Three guys walked in and went back to the coolers. They came back a minute or so later with some beer. The clerk looked at us, then checked them out. The guys gave us a quick glance, then headed out to their car and drove off.

"That was close," Jackie said. "Let's see what she has to say."

I froze for a second, then swallowed hard.

"Ah, I don't think so," I replied.

"Come on girl! She's already seen me. And had a good peek at you. It'll be fun."

I stood up, more than a little nervously. I looked out the window, concerned about what might happen if someone pulled up.

"Hi, again," Jackie said to "Monica."

"Yeah," the girl said, a little shocked.

"'I'm Jackie. This is Dot."

"Yeah. I'm, ah, I'm Monica," Monica replied. "Aren't you guys a little scared. What if those boys had seen you?"

"Well," Jackie said, "we would have run to the car and left our clothes behind. Say, does that camera work?"

"Yeah. But the boss never looks at it unless something happens. I won't tell, I'd probably get in shitloads of trouble."

"Okay, that's cool," Jackie said. "Don't want to get you in any kind of trouble."

"Do you guys do this sort of thing all the time?" she asked.

"Just every once in a while."

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught? What if someone sees you? What if a cop sees you?" she quizzed.

"Well, we'd run for it. If a cop sees us, we might get busted. But women rarely get in trouble, from what I've heard. The cops just leer, might feel her up a little, then sends her home with a warning," Jackie answered.

"Isn't it scary?" Monica asked

"A little," I replied, finally finding my tongue. "I was at first. Still is, a little. But it's kind of fun. A real rush."

"I, ah, don't think I could do it," she said with just a little tremble.

"Sure you could," Jackie pronounced. "How about next week?"

"Oh god no," Monica said. A little frightened, maybe a little excited. I'd seen that look before. In my mirror.

"This place closes at midnight?" Jackie asked. "We'll be here next Friday at midnight. Be ready for some fun."

The our dryers buzzed. We headed back, grabbed our clothes and walked out through the store.

"See you next week," Jackie announced.

I just know she'll be with us. 



Laundry Room



Another story I have written, it is fantasy, but maybe someday will come true. Feel free to comment on it good or bad.

I woke up and rolled over towards the window. Damn. Raining. I was getting so tired of going through a whole week a perfect weather, only to be dealt a shitty weekend. The rain was pouring down so hard, I could just barely distinguish the shapes walking by my window were people. 

Considering the weather, and the fact that it was now twelve noon, I figured it was time for me to get up. And since there was no way I was going to go for a cruise on my bike, I might as well get my apartment cleaned up. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a slob, but a few things needed to be done. 

I went out, threw all the dished in the dishwasher, got that noisy thing going, cranked up some tunes and began to straighten up. Got a load of laundry together and went down the hall to start it. As I was walking back down the hall, I noticed a woman walking towards me. She had her arms full with two laundry baskets, she could hardly see where she was going and plowed right into me.

Well…clothes went flying, as did the two of us. She immediately said she was sorry, and started picking up clothes. I told her it was nothing, and proceeded to help her. It was then that I gave her the once over. She was only wearing a little pair of shorts, and a tank top, obviously no bra, and nipples! Well….they looked HEAVENLY!!

As I was helping her clean up the clothes that went flying, I noticed the bra I picked up had a flap in the front. I picked it up wondering if she was in fact lactating or maybe just an old bra. My question was answered when I went to put it in the basket when a nursing pad fell out. She was looking the other way, giving me the chance to pick it up and throw it in the basket as well, and preventing an awkward situation.

I helped her with the baskets into the laundry room then said good-bye and headed back to my place. I finished cleaning the rest of the place up, and grabbed a quick shower until the laundry was done washing. I got out of the shower and threw a muscle shirt and jeans on and went back to the laundry room. I walked into the room and there she was. We said hello as we put out stuff in out respective dryers and went our separate ways again.

When I went back again, she was there, again. She must have gotten there a couple minutes before me and was just about to pick up the baskets piled two high again. I suggested she wait a couple minutes while I run my clothes to my apartment, and then I could give her a hand with hers. 

Once we got up the three floors to her apartment, she asked me if I wanted to come inside for a drink. I said sure, and put the basket down on the table and took a seat on the couch. She said the only thing she had was milk, and as I looked up at her, I noticed she was not moving towards the fridge.

I couldn’t believe my luck and in clearest voice I could muster in the situation, I told her that I prefer my milk to be warm, roughly body temperature. She smiled at me and slowly began to lift her little top up. The higher the top got, the harder my cock got. Suddenly she stopped and gave me the most wicked grin. She grabbed both of her nipples and suddenly the shirt was becoming very wet, and very transparent. I could not stand this any longer and puller her to me and removed the shirt throwing it with a splat on the floor. I took a very dark, very big nipple in my mouth and began to suck, but I was only getting a couple drops. She giggled and directed me the best way to get full streams of milk and soon enough I was going like a newborn on this milk filled wonders. 

I don’t know how long I was sucking on her tits, but was snapped out of my trance by a loud scream and realized she just had a huge orgasm. I released the amazing milk fountain and took in the amazing sight of her with one hand on her clit and the other squirting milk from the other nipple. 

She collapsed after she had another orgasm and was sprawled out on the couch a total mess. She was totally covered in milk, and I moved forward to start licking the sweat fluid from her body. She opened her eyes and jumped back when she felt my touch and told me it was her turn to taste some, but not her milk. She wanted a taste of my milk. 

She pushed me back on the couch and removed my jeans. My cock was so hard, I was afraid I would cum as soon as she touched it. She just knelt on the floor staring at it, like she was studying it, then as if a voice in her head told her she just had to have that thing in her mouth, she devoured me. The first thing she did was take my cock right down until her nose was touching my belly. 

I had never experienced the pleasure of a woman deep throating my cock, and didn’t realize what I was missing until right now. She kept my cock in her throat and I could feel her tongue slipping and sliding all around my cock. Her hands were busy with my balls, and I knew I was about to cum. I told her this and that only made her start bobbing her head up and down. She would go very fast all the way up and all the way down then slow down and deliberately lick my cock all over as she sucked.

I grabbed her head and told her I was going to cum and instead of lifting her head which I expected, she just took me into the back of her throat and made that tongue dance. I began shooting what felt like a gallon of cum, and could hear her swallowing every drop. Once I was done she lifted her head, gave me a quick kiss, and said, “Hi, I’m Darlene”.

I introduced myself to her and told her how I have always had fantasies about a woman with lactating breasts, and when I noticed the nursing bra in the laundry it made me hard. She reached over and squeezed my not semi hard cock and said she noticed, and thought the offer would be difficult to resist.

I smiled at her and asked if I could have another taste, and she gladly offered a hard nipple to my waiting lips. Just as I was about to grab it, she started squirting my face with warm sweet milk. It was so erotic, my cock was getting so hard, and I just had to start stroking it. Once she saw this, her other hand went to her pussy, and she began masturbating for me again. We just sat there on her couch, her spraying milk over the both of us while we were getting ourselves off. Seeing that finger going in and out of that pussy was making me thirsty for another fluid, and I moved forward to lick the glistening lips of her sweet pussy. The taste was like no other I have ever tasted, I lifted my head, and realized why this was. The milk was running down her body right down between her legs and had been mixing with her pussy juice. She looked down at me, dipped her finger in, licked it and said, “It is quite the combination isn’t it”? I dipped my head back down and licked her to the point of screaming again. 

While her body was still shaking from yet another orgasm, I moved up and positioned my cock at her wet entrance. The heat was amazing and I slowly inched my way into her. Inch by slow inch, her lips folded over the sides of my cock as it disappeared. I let out a moan as our pubic bones hit. I started to slowly rise and fall, up and down, in and out. Our breath was becoming quicker and quicker as the grip of her pussy become too much for me in a hurry. I start picking up the tempo, faster and faster, her wondrous tits shaking back and forth. She began rubbing her nipples, milk shooting forth, hitting me in the face yet again. This was too much for me, and I pulled out of her pussy and shot a huge load all over her milk covered tits.

We eventually got up, and got in the shower together. Since then we have been sharing fluids quite frequently. 



Laundry Room



The day had finally come. I had run out of t-shirts. I had run out of boxers. My 5 pairs of jeans had all been well worn. It was too soon to break out the long sleeved t-shirts and flannel shirts. It was late September, and the inevitable had arrived. I had to go to the top floor of my dormitory, and do my laundry. Ugh. If I had any money I would send it out. The machines were so small; it looked as though it would take all day. I knew I could compress that timeframe if I got there early and used 3 or even 4 washing machines at once. I woke up early, got my coffee, and dragged what seemed like 100 pounds of laundry and the book I was reading to the elevator and up to the 15th floor. When I got there, one washing machine was in use. That gave me 3 machines. I sorted my laundry, loaded up the machines, and sat down with my book. I had noticed that the other machine had only started a few minutes before, so I sat and waited. I didn't want to lose the dryer.

It was then that she arrived. I don't remember her name. She was pretty, but not "gorgeous". She stood about 5'4" or 5'5". She had a curvaceous figure, with narrow shoulders, B tits, and a very round, soft looking ass and hips. She had beautiful green eyes. She sat there with a book, as did I. We were right across a table from one another. I kept peering over my book at her. I had woken up with morning wood that bordered on painful. I had not any sort of sex since 4 weeks before, and hadn't had time to get myself off all week. Once I peered over my book, and caught her doing the same. I gave her a smile. She smiled back and said, "Good morning. This is too nice of a day to be in the laundry room."

"Yes, it is, I said. My name is Jack. How are you?"

As I said, I do not remember her name. She did introduce herself, however. We made some small talk, and it turned out her room was 2 floors down. Though I didn't realize it at the time, she was in as bad a way as I was. Her washing machine stopped, but she did not get up immediately. She kept talking with me, staring at me intently. Then my first washing machine stopped. We got up together and went to the washing machines. I walked in front of her, and when I turned around I caught her staring at my ass. That's about all it took for my cock to wake up. I was wearing sweats, and even though I was only semi-hard, it was kind of hard to miss.

I took my laundry out of the machine and used it to hide my little "problem". We walked together to the dryers, chatting away. When I threw my clothes in, she looked right down at my crotch. We both started our dryers. My second washer stopped and when I turned around, she walked over and whispered in my ear while giving my cock a squeeze. "I could help with that if you want."

With that one simple touch my manhood grew to its full 7 inches, leaving a big tent in my sweats. "Let me put the rest of my laundry in the dryer," I said, and gave her a kiss on the neck. 

After I finished, she took me by the hand, and led me downstairs to her room. Once inside, she locked the door and began to kiss me, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth. I pulled off her t shirt and found her small, soft breasts. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful. She reached down and grabbed my cock while pulling down my sweat pants. "Give that fucking thing to me right now!"

She pulled me with her to the bed. She spread her legs wide open. I could see her swollen clit and her wetness starting to run down the inside of her thighs. She grabbed my dick with her right hand and put her left on my ass. She pulled me toward her, lined me up with her opening and pulled me hard, inside of her. She wrapped her surprisingly powerful legs around the small of my back, keeping me buried balls deep inside of her. Then, she started gyrating her hips around, making sure her clit was rubbing on my pelvis while she impaled herself on my throbbing cock. I was getting close when she stopped moving.

"mmmmmm.... Ohhhhhh OHHHHHHH!!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD," she screamed as her pussy clenched around me. 

When her orgasm subsided she got off of my cock, turned around and stuck her ass up in the air. "Pound me hard from behind..."

I was so stiff at this point I was more than happy to. I entered her hard and fast, making her whimper. I started fucking her hard. Her second orgasm was almost instant. I kept pounding her as she convulsed. I could feel my balls tighten up and get ready to blow. 

"Do it on my back, on my ass."

At the last second I pulled out just as the head of my cock exploded on her. The first jet hit the back of her head. The second hit the middle of her back. After that I continued to pump out jets of cum on the small of her back and her ass. She reached around and rubbed her left hand in it, then got up and sat on the bed. She sucked my cum off of her left hand, then grabbed my right hand and guided it to her pussy, steering it straight for her clit. I took the hint and started rubbing her off to a third orgasm. 

"OHHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

We both lay back exhausted. 

"Oh my god that was amazing," she said. She held up her right hand "I'm still shaking, and my pussy is still throbbing."

"Nice. I think we both needed that," I answered. "It's time to go get the laundry."

"Here, "she said, handing me her laundry basket. "Get mine too. You haven't tried my specialty yet. It will be waiting when you get back."

I hurried up the stairs and got the laundry into the baskets. I came back downstairs and knocked on her door. 

"It's open!" she shouted. 

When I walked in, she was on me in a minute. I dropped the laundry as she started kissing me. My cock grew hard immediately, as she reached into my sweatpants. She got on her knees in front of me and took down my pants. She took my balls in her mouth while she stroked my shaft. She took first one then the other then both in her mouth. Then she took my shaft in her mouth and started sucking hard while massaging my balls. I could feel them tighten up as my cum boiled over, and I shot another, smaller load in her mouth. We both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. 

Her roommate was away, so could stay as long as I wanted. When I woke up about 2 hours later, my cock was still drained, but she was still sleeping with her legs wrapped around my right thigh. She was moaning slightly in her sleep, and her pussy was wet and rubbing up against my thigh. I decided to give her a wake up call....

I slowly moved my hand down to her furry mound, where she was rubbing herself off, and started to rub her clit. Without thinking, she slid 2 fingers inside and started to finger fuck her dripping pussy. I moved my head down between her legs, and began to lick her clit. I moved her hand away and put my own fingers in her. At this point she woke up and started moaning. Her body tensed up, and she was on the edge again. I kept her there, flicking her clit with my tongue and then stopping. Then I stopped, and lay on my back. She straddled my face and started riding my tongue. Now she was getting herself off on my face. Her legs clenched around my head as she started to shudder and scream. After what seemed like forever, the floodgates opened and her pussy cream flooded my already wet face. She kept convulsing, until finally her orgasm subsided. She laid down and fell asleep again.



Laundry Room



I had walked by that window of my house many times and nothing had caught my eye. It was the small cubbyhole we called the dining room and just looked out on the side of your house. Although there were three windows on that side of our house, there was only one on yours, the laundry room I discovered, and my dining room window was directly across from yours.

Normally, the drapes were shut in your window, probably why I never knew what the room was until today. Maybe it was seeing movement in that window that caught my eye.

I was a good six feet from the window, but the movement, whatever, that caught my attention cried of flesh. I stopped in mid-step, backed up a half step and concentrated on the small opening in my curtain facing the open window in your house. There you stood, olive skinned beauty, completely naked, ironing something, who knows what the hell it was and I didn't care.

I moved closer to the window and opened my curtain just a little wider for a better view. I stayed to the side so as to be as hidden from your view as possible. It was amazing. As long as I had lived in the house, and especially since you and I had become smoking buddies in the shop side of my basement, I had envisioned you naked. You were so curvaceous, with large, firm breasts, a small waist and beautiful hips. You had a full head of dark brunette hair, thick eyebrows and wonderful full lips.

My daydreams, I found, were completely inadequate. The ironing board fell just below your hips. Your body was everything I had imagined before and more and those curvaceous hips framed a full, dense bush, the entire view of which was cut by the board. As you bent over to iron, your breast hang like fruit above the bush and I was mesmerized. Even at that distance, I could see your nipples were hard and, as I was studying the erotic image in front of me, you seemed, I thought, to glance up. I moved quickly behind the curtain and you went about your chore. In a matter of seconds it seemed, you finished, walked around the ironing board to the window, reached up as far as you could with both arms, each grabbing a side of the curtain and giving me one last arousing look and, then, closing the curtains on my show.

For several minutes, I seemed frozen in my place. I couldn't move. Did you know I had been there. If so, were you excited by my presence or were you now angry at your neighbor with who you once were so free with your hugs and a peck on the cheek. I don't know how long I stood there, perplexed by the last few minutes, but it was broken up by the sound of the doorbell.

I wandered to the door, still deep in thought, turned the knob and pulled it to me to find you standing on the other side of the storm door. You were wearing a tight white cotton t-shirt, that showed your scrumptious belly button and dark brown, hard nipples, and a pair of sweats that I now knew road barely above the curls that covered your sex. Several stolen glances revealed a few errant hairs that climbed to the bottom of your navel. It was definitely not what you had been ironing.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" you asked with a smile on your face.

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry. You caught me in some deep thoughts." I answered and I pushed the storm door towards you creating your invitation to come in the house.

"I've been doing some laundry today and just needed a break and a smoke. Can we use your basement? It's a little chilly to stand out and smoke." you offered.

"Of course," I said. "I could use a cigarette myself." I added with a smile.

We had our usual flirty repartee while we smoked and lingered at it a little longer than normal, I thought, and then you said you had to go and get ready because you were going out to dinner. You put your arms around my neck and pulled your breasts, hard nipples and all, in against my chest and deposited a quick, slightly open kiss on my lips and smiled as you released me and headed up the stairs.

As you put your hand on the door knob to leave, you paused, turned at the waist and smiled at me with those full lips and said, "I think Wednesday is going to be my new laundry day. Your house is empty and so is mine. Oh, and, sorry to have interrupted your thoughts."

"Never a problem," I protested.