1 comments/ 56538 views/ 5 favorites The Laundry Room Ch. 1 By: Sperman Alexie "Do these smell 'April Fresh' to you?" To be honest, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, because I had my nose buried in a History text book. The droning of washers and dryers in the laundry room had me in a trance, imagining what it must have been like in the post-Civil War Reconstruction era. "Excuse me," asked a husky feminine voice. I looked up to find a pair of wine-colored silk-and-lace panties dangling in front of my face. Upon further inspection, the panties were being held by a beautiful girl, not likely older than 19 or 20, still perky and youthful, with cascading light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. My roommate, Todd, wasn't paying attention either, although he had his nose buried in a Lowrider Pickup Truck magazine. "Excuse me?" I finally managed to reply, hoping to heaven I didn't sound like a complete dork. "I said, do these smell 'April Fresh' to you?" Now how the hell do you come back from that? A beautiful woman who lives in your apartment complex is holding a pair of panties in front of you, essentially asking you to smell them. "Uh...you want me to ... uhhh..." Now I knew I was sounding like a dork. At this point, I was hoping two things: One, that Todd continued to not pay attention; and two, that this vixen didn't notice how much my hormones had taken over. "I want you to smell them," she said in a mischievious tone. Todd looked up from across the laundry room and saw what was going on. A wicked smile slid across his face. "Uh...sm...you want me to..." Awwww, what the hell. I grabbed the panties, held them to my nose and took a deep whiff. They were moist, and had a musky, heady aroma. Pussy. The panties smelled like pussy. "So, do they ..." she started again. "Smell 'april fresh?' " I said, finishing the quote. She smiled, and nodded. "Depends," I said. "Is your name April?" With that, Todd emitted the most obnoxious belly-laugh I had ever heard. "You can call me whatever you want," she murmured, getting right by my ear. "I've been watching you for months," she whispered. "We both go to the same Community College ... we're in the same Psych class." This was embarrassing. This babe was hotter than anyone I had seen in months, and she was someone I should have been seeing! "Uhhhh..." I began to feel like a broken record, stammering, hemming and hawing. "In class today, when we were talking about psycho-sexual deviance, and the forward behavior that leads to ... problems ... all I could think of was this..." She put her hand on my rock-solid cock. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of it all. "...in between my legs, filling my pussy with hot..." She licked my ear. "...cum." I may have fainted. When I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me, beckoning for Todd to come over. Todd made it across the room in short order. My sexy young classmate sized him up and then spoke again. "What's your name?" she asked. "Todd," was his reply. "This is your roommate, right?" she asked him. He nodded, still grinning. "What kind of a guy is he?" Todd was quick to respond. "He's really nice, very sensitive, pretty lonely...smartest guy I know," Todd started. "He likes football, web surfing...oh...and he hasn't gotten laid since his divorce, two years ago." I just about pissed my pants. Two things: One, how dare he assume I hadn't gotten laid since my divorce, and Two, how the hell did he know I hadn't gotten laid since my divorce? "I'm Candace, and I want to make sure that we solve that problem," she said, turning back to me, "...right now." While the laundry room in our apartment complex was fairly sizable-24 washers and dryers, with the washers forming an "island" in the middle and dryers against the surrounding walls. Despite its size, it wasn't private enough for a late night orgy. Or so I thought. On one wall, there were two doors. One was always unlocked, and contained simple gardening tools and some automotive tools that were for community use. The other one was always locked, and Todd and I had speculated that in there were the more expensive gardening tools. Candace took me by the hand and we went to the unlocked door. Inside, somebody had left a bunch of filthy gardening tools and hoses strewn about. The room was about the size of a small workshop, and was not very inviting at all. The other door was locked and padlocked. There was no way to get into it without breaking two locks. I was ready to give up, when Candace turned to me and said: "Bryan, I want your cock in my pussy right now. I won't wait another minute." I was about to protest, when she pushed me to the floor. "Todd, turn off the light," she said. Todd stepped across the room and the light was off, leaving a dim orange glow coming in through the windows, fed by the Halogen lights in the parking lot. After my eyes adjusted, I realized I could still see in the darkness. Candace stood over me and pulled off her tight white blouse, revealing a dark-colored bra against her tanned skin. Then she shimmied out of her skin-tight stretch jeans, revealing a pair of panties the same color as the bra. In the dark light, she quickly pulled my jogging shorts and underwear from my legs, and just as rapidly had my shoes and socks off. She crouched over me and murmured in my ear. "Pull my panties off, lover," she said in a hot, breathy voice. I sat up part way as I reached for gyrating hips. I got a handful of panties and began to pull. As she stepped out of her panties, she immediately squatted on my face, smothering me in her musky goodness. In addition to her beautiful-smelling twat, she was wearing some kind of perfume that brought out the most in my cock. I buried my tongue into her fount, rubbing my nose against her clitoris and my goateed chin on the lower lips. My tongue probed her folds, slurping up her ample juices. And then she was up, and before I knew it, she plunged my cock into her pussy. The warm walls of her cunt bathed my cock in an unbelievable feeling of lust, desire and ecstasy. In one motion, she pulled off her bra, revealing a bouncing pair of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen, probably 38-40, C or D cups. Her nipples were thick and hard, and she let me taste them as she continued to grind her pussy on my aching member. She began to moan from the depths of her throat, when suddenly something loomed into my sight from above...it was the most enormous cock I had ever seen, and it belonged to my roommate. Todd stood over my face, and held his enormous dick in Candace's face. I was shocked, and almost completely lost my erection. Todd stood about 5' 9" and was built like a soccer player or marathon runner: very sinewy. But his dick would have made most porno stars - not to mention a few oak trees - jealous. Candace took about the first few inches past his head into her mouth and began sucking furiously, never once breaking rhythm on my cock. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations surrounding my desperate penis. Her tight-fitting pussy seemed to throb with energy, as she bucked wildly on my cock, keeping Todd's monstrous tool in her mouth. Before I knew it, she and I were both coming spasmodically, me grunting through clenched teeth, her crying out with a T-Bone steak of a cock between her teeth, riding her tongue. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" I opened my eyes, and was blinded to see the laundry room light was on and the landlady was standing to my right, looking as pissed as I had ever seen her... To Be Continued... The Laundry Room Ch. 2 "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" demanded the landlady. We had to present a bizarre sight: Me lying on the floor wearing a T-shirt on my upper body, and a sexy young neighbor named Candace on my cock. The neighbor in question, completely naked, save for her stockings and my roommate Todd's cock in her mouth. Todd standing over my head, knees bent to reach Candace's face, fully clothed save for his exposed member. Not exactly a "Hallmark" moment. Todd fell over backwards, and his dick made a bizarre popping sound as it broke the suction of Candace's lips around its head. There were two things I had never known about my roommate, one was that his cock was the Titanic of human sex organs, and two, he had a mole on his left leg right by his nuts. I wasn't thrilled to have made either of these discoveries within the last minute, but I couldn't beat having my first lay in years be a beautiful and sexy classmate from my psychology class at the local community college. I also wasn't thrilled to have my landlady standing over us, although from this angle, she looked kind of nice. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a crimson long-sleeved pullover shirt and - judging by the shadows on her chest- no bra. She and her husband belonged to one of those weird religions where you had to have lots of babies and store lots of leftovers so you can live for years. She wasn't too old, maybe forty-ish, but her husband was clearly several years her senior. She had bright red hair, which she wore curly, and just short of shoulder length. She was looking pissed. She expected an answer. (As if the situation wasn't obvious.) "Uhhh..." I stammered, feeling all the fool...('uhhh' was the most common thing I had said today.) Todd scurried toward his pile of clothes, which included his disgusting, heavily stained "lucky jock strap." (Todd used to pitch for a minor league team and had a 18-game winning streak until one day he didn't wear his lucky jock, and suffered a career-ending tear of the anterior cruciate ligament.) Mrs. Bellker didn't look any happier. If I didn't know better, I would guess steam was actually pouring from her ears. Candace slowly climbed off me, spilling what had to be a quart of now-cooling semen onto my belly. She looked embarrassed...perhaps ashamed. It was pretty clear to me that the wild ride was over and I was lucky to get this one lay. I assumed I would never see Candace again. It was also pretty clear to me I was likely to be evicted within the next few minutes. As embarrassing as all this was, Mrs. Bellker still was equipped with a nice rack and I couldn't help noticing it. Her tits pointed slightly upwards, and extended from her chest like giant trumpeting angels, announcing her presence. Despite all that was happening, my cock started to rise again. "Article six, paragraph two of your rental agreements says that you will not engage in any illicit, illegal, improper or unbecoming behavior in a common area of this apartment complex," she said in measured, businesslike fashion. "So tell me, is this illicit, illegal, improper...or," she fixed her icy stare at Candace, "...unbecoming?" Mentally, I was already packing my belongings. (Todd'll be pissed if I take the Nintendo, he loves those face-to-face combat games. The TV's mine, stereo's Todds...) She continued. "Suffice it to say, this is a common area," she said. Candace tried to cover her ample bosom. Todd was fighting with his lucky jock, having pulled it first with both legs in one hole, then on backwards. He settled for backwards and started working on his cutoff jeans. Mrs. Bellker was very close to me now. "Bryan, Bryan, Bryan," she said, condescendingly. "I let you move in here with no references and no job." She turned to Todd. "And you Brenner, your loud music late at night...did I ever call the police?" she asked, turning to face Candace. "And you, Miss Strasson..." Candace slowly continued to dress, never taking her eyes off Mrs. Bellker. "You three have two choices," Mrs. Bellker said. "You can be evicted, with no refund of deposit, or you can face ... punishment in the form of community service to the management of this complex." Mowing lawns and raking leaves beats living homeless any day. Todd and I both said, "We'll take the community service" in perfect sync with each other. Candace chimed in the same way moments later. Mrs. Bellker walked to the double-locked door that Todd and I figured was the home to the more expensive lawn tools. She quickly unlocked both locks with expert hands and pushed open the heavy door. Todd and Candace gasped. It took me a second to get to the door. Inside was the most elaborate sexual-fetish-torture-dungeon I had ever seen. "Come inside," Mrs. Bellker said, "Come in and service the management of this apartment complex." She pulled off her blouse to reveal the second-most perfect set of breasts I had seen in years. Her right breast was graced with a tattoo of a butterfly, whose color matched the enchanting green of her eyes. After we all had piled into the huge room, Mrs. Bellker closed the door and switched off the overhead neon lights. Suddenly, pink, orange and red bulbs lit up all over, bathing the room, and us, in a bizarre kaleidoscope of colors. "Bryan, come over here if you will," she beckoned to me. I plodded over to her, where she told me to sit on the soft, carpeted floor. She squatted over me, her breasts hanging in my face, her pants pressing against the tip of my cum-depleted cock. With a move I barely noticed, my hands were cuffed to the wall, with just a few inches of free space. "Are you sure you choose this?" she asked seductively. I nodded my head. Within moments, she had Todd bound to another wall across from me, and Candace was hanging by cuffs from a track on the ceiling. The track ran between me and Todd. Mrs. Bellker asked each of them the same question. Both answered in the affirmative. Mrs. Bellker walked to Candace in the center of the room. The tall redhead stood at least five inches taller than the diminutive college student. Mrs. Bellker produced a small remote control and pressed a button. Candace began to be lowered a few inches at a time. When Candace's lips were just a hairsbredth from Mrs. Bellker's lucious tits, Candace's physical descent ended, and her moral descent began. "Suck my tits, bitch..." To Be Continued... The Laundry Room Ch. 3 Suck my tits, bitch," snarled Mrs. Bellker to Candace. Candace looked startled and confused. Admittedly, our situation had been bizarre since she had first started flirting with me not long ago, but things had taken such an unusual turn. "I said..." Mrs. Bellker, the landlord of our apartment complex, viciously grabbed the back of Candace's head and forced the younger lady's mouth against her enormous right tit, "...SUCK THEM!" Candace resisted for a moment, but then something happened...she seemed to start enjoying having a nipple against her lips. She moaned softly, with Mrs. Bellker moaning too. Candace's soft pink tongue began to lick experimental circles around Mrs. Bellker's stiffening nipple. "Suck it, you slut!" Candace took the whole enormous tit into her mouth and began sucking in earnest. A second later her eyes fluttered open with a start... "What the hell is that?" she demanded, gurgling. "My milk, slut, and you'd better enjoy it," muttered Mrs. Bellker. "I've kept my breasts lactating for five years...drink up, baby." To my surprise, Candace latched back on to Mrs. Bellker's right tit and began sucking like her life depended on that milk. Mrs. Bellker grabbed Candace's head with both hands and began moaning in delight. One of her hands slid down Candace's body, tweaking her nipples on the way down to Candace's twat. Her fingers danced around the lips of Candace's pussy lips, getting sticky with my cum as she explored my Community College classmate's crevice. I was handcuffed to the floor, with a rock-hard erection as I got a firsthand view of this bizarre sex play. My roommate, Todd, was cuffed similarly directly across from me. Candace was hanging from a pair of fur-lined manacles which were suspended from a track in the ceiling, which ran between Todd's and my locations. Right now, this erotic lesbian display was occurring in the center of the room. "Yes, my little one, keep sucking..." Mrs. Bellker's hands continued to work Candace's cunt, whipping the 20-year-old into a frenzy. Despite it all, Candace hung on to Mrs. Bellker's huge tit. And then Candace screamed in ecstasy, stiffening and then hanging limp. Mrs. Bellker looked at me with a devilish grin. "You're next, big boy," she said, strolling toward me with an evil gleam in her eye. As she reached me, she began to shimmy out of her jeans, revealing a shaved pussy, with a little heart tattoo on her pelvis. She dropped to her hands and knees and delicately tweaked the head of my cock, which was again glistening with pre-cum. She tasted it and grinned. "Ooooo...you taste good, sort of salty, but not nearly as bad as Kenneth," she purred. Kenneth was her husband, a man who was at least a decade older than Mrs. Bellker's late-30s to early-40s. Before I could respond, she squatted over me and then slid her steamy cunt down the length of my straining cock. I grunted involuntarily feeling the almost searing heat of this woman's pussy. Mrs. Bellker began to slowly grind the walls of her cunt against my throbbing cock. With my hands bound at my side, there was nothing to do but enjoy the ride, watching her huge tits bobbing up and down in my face. She roughly grabbed me by the hair and shoved my mouth against her left breast. Her ample breast was warm and soft, with the tough skin of her nipple hardening in my mouth. The areola almost filled my mouth as I began to suck experimentally. Hot, sweet liquid squirted to the back of my mouth. For a moment I was repulsed by this, but within seconds, the warm milk...something I hadn't tasted since being an infant...had a hypnotic effect on me. I could have drowned in Mrs. Bellker's milk, as her hot pussy continued to gyrate against my thick member. Mrs. Bellker had incredible muscular control too. I felt her pussy begin to impossibly tighten around my dick, squeezing it, sucking the pre-cum out of it. I ignored the feeling and hungrily sucked away at her beautiful left tit. And suddenly, I had the most mind-numbing, explosive, almost painful, orgasm I had ever felt. My cock erupted in thick, gooey semen, filling Mrs. Bellker to capacity, spilling out on me as she continued to buck wildly. I released her huge tit from my mouth to grunt loudly. She threw her head back, whipping her bright red hair out in a frenzy as she bounced herself to a screaming orgasm. All was still for a moment, but eventually, Mrs. Bellker started to stir. "Oh my God, Bryan," she said. "That was fantastic! You're the best fuck I've ever had!" I was stunned, flattered and exhausted. I was a mess. Mrs. Bellker stood and thick glops of my cum plopped onto my belly and drooping cock. "Can't leave any evidence, can we?" She asked with a sly grin. "N...no." I stammered. Before I realized what was happening, her shaved pussy was grinding into my face, dripping my cooling semen onto my lips and chin. "Eat your cum, lover," she purred. I wanted to yell "HELL NO!" I wanted to struggle...but something...perhaps it was the compliment, perhaps it was her fiery eyes, perhaps it was that tantalizing breast milk... I lapped furiously at her cunt. She was right, my cum tasted slightly salty, but sort of bland, like a gelatinous mucus...kind of nasty. But her tangy pussy juices had mingled with my semen, making it barely palatable. I slurped and lapped until the only thing I could taste was cunt. I buried my head into her beautiful twat and was rewarded with a shudder and whimper from Mrs. Bellker as she enjoyed her second orgasm in just a few minutes. "What was that for, lover?" she whispered hotly into my ear. "P...please...let me suck your tits again...please..." "Later lover. I need to finish up my rounds." I felt betrayed as she stood and walked over to Todd. I couldn't see him past the slowly recovering form of Candace. Mrs. Bellker pressed a button on the remote control she had dropped in the center of the room and Candace began to move toward me as the complex system of pulleys whirred to life. Within moments, Candace had slid up to me, and was lowered onto my body, her warm, semi-conscious for acting as a blanket. Now I could see the action across the way as Mrs. Bellker had just decided Todd's mammoth cock was ready for her. Todd's cock looked like two soda cans stacked one on the other. It was long and thick as could be. Mrs. Bellker slowly slid down his behemoth dork. She took him inch-by-inch, slowly swallowing his cock into her luscious pussy. The pussy I would have died happy if I had suffocated in it. Still, I couldn't ignore the beautiful young Candace, resting on my chest. I loved the feeling of her soft, tanned flesh against my body. But I couldn't overpower the jealousy I felt when I saw my roommate fucking Mrs. Bellker. Neither, it turns out, could Mr. Bellker, who entered the room and hollered... "Tami, I just wanted to say I'm...WHAT THE FUCK?!?" To be concluded.. The Laundry Room Ch. 4 Tami, I just wanted to say I'm...WHAT THE FUCK?!?" The only thing worse than being caught in the act of bizarre sex is to be caught in the act twice in a night. Interestingly, I was approximately in the same position this time as I had been last time, with Candace, a more-or-less absolute stranger on top of me ... this time only semi-conscious. What had started out a dull Friday night of my roommate and me washing clothes, had turned into a two- three- and now-four-way sex escapade, with what I thought would be the climax of our landlady riding my roommate's enormous cock to oblivion. Except now... Mrs. Bellker froze, mid-hump. Poor Todd, who had been interrupted the last time as well, groaned, having been robbed of his second orgasm of the evening. Kenneth Bellker was several years older than his wife, whom I would gauge at 40-ish, although she had beautiful, luscious, huge knockers. Kenneth looked like an older, more-frail and hunched-over version of Patrick Stewart, "Captain Picard" of Star Trek. He was much less dignified than the television and film hero, however, often dressing in shabby brown pants (although "trowsers" would be a more accurate description) and always seemed to have an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth. Candace, splayed out across my chest, began to stir. She had been the first sexual conquest of Mrs. Bellker tonight, having sucked a bellyful of breast-milk from the landlady's ample tits. For whatever reason, the warm, sweet concoction, combined with an intense finger-bang orgasm all but knocked her out. I wanted to comfort her, but my hands were cuffed to the floor, as were Todd's, across the room. For the first time, I noticed that Candace's bound wrists were free now. "Tami, I..." Mr. Bellker stopped, mid-sentence, unsure of what to say. "...I..." "Oh, Kenneth, what the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm fucking a neighbor?" If I had been wearing pants, I would have spontaneously crapped in them. Since I wasn't, I figured it would be too messy and didn't want to embarrass myself. Candace glanced at the coupling across the room through half-open eyes. Mr. Bellker took in the whole scene, and then, without a word, strode over to his wife and lifted her off of Todd's ridiculously large cock. I had been his roommate for two years without any prior knowledge of how well-hung he was. Elephants at the zoo would suffer from "Trunk Envy" if they had seen his dong. Todd, a diminutive movie theatre assistant manager, had a penis that looked more like an under-developed third leg. I paid rapt attention to the scene as it unfolded. I figured, to my horror, that I might witness a brutal beating of my roommate...or worse. If I somehow survived this encounter, I wanted to be sure I could describe the events accurately. Silently, I thanked heaven that Mrs. Bellker had forced me to eat my cum out of her pussy, eliminating any "evidence" of our sexual encounter. Kenneth Bellker stood over Todd, shaking his head. "Lesson time, loverboy," Kenneth rasped. The landlord reached down and unlocked Todd's left hand, flipping him over to his belly in one sure-handed move. Almost as quickly, Bellker secured Todd's hands to the ground with another in-laid handcuff. Todd tried to get up, but managed only to struggle enough that his ass was high above him. He tried to kick at Bellker with his free legs. SNAP! Bellker lashed out with his leather belt on Todd's ass Todd yelped in a combination of Anger, fear and pain. It took me a second to realize Bellker had removed the belt from his dumpy brown trowsers. "Bastard!" Todd, Mr. and Mrs. Bellker and I all said at the same time, for different reasons. Mrs. Bellker became a flurry of clawed hands, trying to subdue her husband, but he simply planted the palm of his hand into her xyphoid, tumbling her very ungracefully on her plump ass. She landed hard, with a grunt that was a cross somewhere between anger, pain and pleasure. Bellker wrapped his leather belt around Todd's flailing legs, and secured both of his feet together, leaving my roommate to look like a hog-tied athlete. With a cock you wouldn't believe. In a move that I still try to mentally replay in slow-motion, Bellker pulled down his pants, striped boxer shorts and all, slipped some kind of lubricant onto his long, thin cock... And slid it into Todd's ass, eliciting a second startled, frightened, pissed and pained yelp from my roommate. Bellker began sliding his cock in and out from Todd's ass, moving faster and faster. At first, Todd tried to wriggle free from the trap, but before long, he started to moan. Things you don't want to find out in single evening about your roommate of two years: One-he pays attention to the details of your sex life. Two-he has a penis the size of a small fuel tanker. Three-he appears to be bi-sexual, or at least doesn't mind being ass-raped. Mr. Bellker was whipped into a frenzy by now, bucking wildly as he shuddered, continuing to fuck Todd's ass. Todd, in the most frightening position I had ever seen him in, continued to moan and his dick - if possible - seemed to be getting bigger and harder. Mrs. Bellker took note of this situation as well, and positioned herself under Todd's wobbling member, and enveloped his tool in her mouth. Todd's moaning was punctuated with a loud "OH!" Candace, finally conscious, reached down to my suddenly rising for the third time tonight cock, and began to gently stroke it. Feeling her warm hand on my cock was like an electric current, running from the head of my member down through my body. And suddenly it stopped. Candace was crawling across the room to a set of discarded keys. Within moments, she was back, unlocking my handcuffs. My numb hands finally began to feel like they were attached to me again. Without a word, Candace crawled to the threesome across the room, and buried her tongue into Mrs. Bellker's inviting pussy. She aggressively began to lick, nibble and slurp Mrs. B's ample juices. I can't say I blame her...there was just something about Mrs. Bellker. I shambled over to the chorus of moans, groans and grunts and was faced with the first dilemma of the evening: Do I drink the heady, sweet and warm milk from Mrs. Bellker's addictive breasts as I had begged for earlier, or do I slide my cock into Candace's beautiful, hot cunt? I made my decision within a few seconds, and Candace groaned as I entered her cavern for the second time this evening. I began to pump furiously away at her twat, banging my balls into her clitoris in this dog-style position. In turn, she began to furiously lap away at Mrs. Bellker's sweet, tangy pussy. Mrs. Bellker, in turn, began to suck furiously on Todd's cock, causing Todd to moan in ecstasy and tighten his ass around Mr. Bellker's cock. I can't say this for certain, but I do know that if we didn't all cum together at the exact same time, then the five of us were less than three seconds apart. I blew semen deep into Candace's pussy as we both cried out in ecstasy. Mrs. Bellker emitted a high-pitched wail, followed immediately by Todd's enormous cock pulling free of her mouth and firing an inordinate amount of jism all over the landlady's porcelain face. Mr. Bellker pulled his cock out of Todd's ass, and fired a trail of cum that ran a straight line up my roommate's spine, and even reached his hair. And then we all collapsed, a heap of spent, twisted, violated and oversexed humanity. * * * * It's been three months since that night. Todd and I are still roommates, but now Candace lives with us too. She shares my bed. It's all part of a little arrangement. The Bellkers offered us that if Candace moved into our unit, so as a group, we only took up one space, they would let us stay there, rent-free. Our only obligation is to participate at least monthly in a five-way orgy, re-enacting that fateful, fuckful night. The benefits aren't bad. But sometime, let me tell you about our new RECRUITING plan.... The End ... For Now...