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Dirty Laundry

By: jennb



"Geez, mom," I groaned, "these boxes are so heavy!"

As I walked up the stairs to what was now our new apartment, I looked around with apprehension. How could a young 18 year old country girl like me feel at home in this ritzy city building? Just as I thought this, two girls about my age jogged down the stairs, jostling me. I looked down at myself and then at their fancy clothes, and sighed with anxiety. I wore plain cut-off denim shorts (a bit too short for my mom's liking), sandals, and a tank top with no bra.

"Oh well, at least my body is nicer than theirs," I thought, letting my tanned tits press up against the heavy box my mother had dumped into my arms, my nipples hardening against the rough cardboard. "Even city guys can appreciate these."

My mother and I worked for a week, unpacking the truck, moving in our furniture, clothing, dishes, you name it. I began to feel like maybe living here wouldn't be completely hopeless. For one, I had noticed several good-looking men passing up on the stairs. Good-looking men who obviously noticed me, too, as I got many stares and helping hands with the boxes -- hands that also helped themselves to accidental brushes against my tan thighs and perky tits.

Once we had gotten settled in, my mom was out of there. Out to explore the big city, and I knew she'd be gone for the night. My mom never really was one for the country, she needed music, clubs, parties. Alone, I sighed, and wondered what to do with myself. Since I would be starting a new school the next day, I figured I'd better do some laundry, lest I go to school in my panties. So, I heaped a basket full of my clothes and went to the basement, where the laundry room was.

The area was completely empty, although the dryer was running. I dropped my clothes in the washer and hopped up on the dryer to wait. The dryer felt warm and nice on my bare thighs. A naughty idea slowly crept its way into my head. I pulled my skirt up around my waist, letting my ass also feel the warm and vibrating dryer. Then, I unbuttoned my shirt, just enough to let my hand slide down and caress and rub my firm tits. As my one hand began to pull and pinch my nipples, my other slowly slid up and down my thighs, occasionally brushing against my bald pussy, which was steadily getting wetter and wetter. I let my head fall back and let myself go. My shirt came off and my hand squeezed and pinched my large breasts as my finger slowly slid in and out of my tight cunt. I bent my knees and pulled my legs up on either side of me, now using one hand to finger-fuck my tight hole, and one to rub and pinch my clit in a frenzy. I groaned and shuddered, my body beginning to heave and sweat.

"Now, now, I thought country girls were supposed to be prim and proper." I opened my eyes wide at the man who came into the room carrying a laundry basket and hastily put my legs together, replying quietly, "I'm sorry, sir, forget where I was."

"No need to apologize to me, young lady," he murmured in a husky tone that sounded like sex. I then took a moment to look him over. He was an older man, salt-and-pepper hair, about 45 or so, a little over twice my age! He wore slacks and a rumpled business shirt, probably just off work. Underneath his slacks, what must have been a huge hard cock was evident.

"But, you might need to apologize to your mother when I tell her just what kind of young lady you are," he said. I looked up, startled and pleaded with him not to tell my mother, she'd kill me.

"Well, I suppose I could be nice, just this once," he responded, gazing at my still-exposed breasts and rubbing his hard cock. Immediately knowing what he was implying, I smirked and let my legs fall back open. He grinned and unzipped his slacks, letting them fall to the floor. Underneath, he wore nothing and his raging hardon sprang up, inviting me.

I slid down from the dryer and sauntered over, lowering myself to my knees.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, slide my hot wet mouth around your dick and move my head up and down while you thrust your hips back and forth?" I breathed.

"You know I do, now shut up and suck my fat dick," he ordered.

I smiled and wrapped my hot young mouth around his fat cockhead, flicking my tongue lightly across the tip. He groaned and shoved his hips forward, trying to invade my mouth with more than just the head. I worked up more saliva and worked my mouth up and down his long pole, reveling in its length and hardness. He groaned as my wet tongue massaged his dick all over.

"Oh god, yes, that's good, you little slut, keep sucking my cock with your tight little girl mouth," he muttered down at me.

I sucked harder and faster, sliding my mouth up and down his meat, my spit making his dick slick and shiny. He thrust his hips faster and faster and I felt his hand come down to the back of my head, shoving my mouth down farther and farther until my chin hit his balls. I felt his hard rod in my throat and began to clench my muscles there to make him groan. I moved my mouth up and down, taking him down into my throat and then pulling him back out until his tip hovered against my lips. He began to moan and curse and just as I felt his cockhead begin to swell and prepare myself for his hot load, he pulled his dick out of my young mouth, leaving my lips shiny and swollen.

He picked me up and tossed me on top of the dryer. My chest thrust out and my hard nipples invited him. He bent his head and closed his mouth around them, biting them roughly. I cried out from the pain and pleasure of it while he slid the tip of his prick up and down my soaking slit, teasing my pussy, which hungered for his long fat pole. I pulled my knees up along my sides, opening my pussy for his cock.

"Come on, fuck my tight little pussy, stretch it wide open with that huge prick of yours, make me come," I whispered at him.

Slowly, he pushed his cockhead into my dripping twat. I gasped at the feel of his hard cock, which was stretching my little hole wide. I moaned just as he let all his weight drop on me, burying his cock in me to the hilt. I screamed then and pulled my legs up higher as he began to pump his cock in and out of my tight twat. 

"Oh god, you have a tight little pussy, baby, I'm going to stretch this sweet little cunt open," he moaned.

He really began to fuck me then, shoving his cock all the way in me and then pulling all the way out. My legs were up on his shoulders, my tits bouncing with each thrust, covered in sweat. My head beat against the wall behind me and he grabbed the dryer behind my shoulders, really pounding my wet little snatch, then. I screamed and moaned as his huge dick stretched my pussy. I felt my pussy begin to spasm and I shouted out.

"Oh god, I'm going to come, your fat cock is going to make me come, my wet little girl pussy is going to come all over your huge cock...make me come, make me cry, make me scream, you bastard!!!" I gasped out, on the edge of delirium.

I screamed and came, my pussy clenching and squeezing his fat cock. I moaned out again and again. My legs were bent as far back as they'd go, my tits were shiny with sweat, my eyes closed, my head tilted back, my mouth open, gasping and screaming. I felt his dick swell and his balls tighten and he began to fuck me harder and harder.

"I'm going to spray my cum all over your hot little body, you slutty little bitch," he snarled.

He pulled his pulsating meat out of my wet contracting cunt and moaned just as the first stream of hot jizz shot out of his dick and landed on my chest with a sting. I groaned and he trembled as stream after stream of his thick cum spewed on my tits, stomach, cunt, chin, and face. I opened my mouth and let his load spatter the back of throat.

After he finished, he pulled up his pants, got his laundry, and left. I lay there, exhausted, covered in cum, shaking and panting, my pussy still clenching. As I rubbed his cum into my skin, I thought, "Perhaps the city won't be so bad after all."

Dirty Laundry



"I hear you have a live-in now Shannon, what's up with that?"

Brian stood behind me, leaning against the table in the common laundry room. Brian was my landlord's son, on leave from the Canadian armed Forces. He was huge! Broad, wide chest, large shoulders, narrow waist and pretty damn handsome to boot. Of course, he knew that. He had flirted with me from the first week I moved in and while I teased him, we never had a relationship.

"Why, are you jealous?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder to catch him leering at my backside. I hadn't dressed like this intentionally, I didn't know he was home. I wore oversized men's white shirt and white socks. That was all. And when I would reach to pull something out of the washer, the shirt would rise to just below my ass cheeks. If Brian bent over, he would have seen quite clearly the object of his desire.

"Fucking right I am! You're my gal!"

"Jeez, Brian, you still singing that tune?" I knelt in front of the dryer and began to pull out my previous load and placing them in the basket. Once they were out, I had to place the load from the washer in. While I was occupied, Brian reached down and pulled out one of my white polyester tanks.

"I would love to see you in this Shannon." I watched as he held it to his face and slid it along his skin. I was suddenly aware that his attentions were giving me wild thoughts.

"Better yet," I replied, "I'd like to see you in it." I said jokingly.

"Alright then." Brian began to strip his T-shirt off in front of me. I recall studying his chest in the summer time when he would sunbathe in the backyard. I think he had developed even more muscles. He slipped my camisole over his head and struggled to get his arm up into the tiny body.

"Give me that, you big dope, you're going to stretch it." I went to grab for it and we play struggled for a few seconds till Brian stopped trying to get his arm into it, and instead, he wrapped them around me, drawing me against his broad chest. The palms of my hands against his skin were hot.

"Brian, let me go."

"Not till you kiss me."

"Brian, don't be stupid, let me go."

"Just one kiss, just one…"

I just wanted to give him a peck on the lips, a quick kiss and then get my camisole off his neck. Why then were we lip locked for what seemed ages? Why didn't I pull away when I felt his cock jerking against my belly? Why did I drive my tongue into his mouth when his hands fell over my backside and squeezed? I don't know and I don't care. Years of watching this young men grow into a physical God was suddenly taking form as lust and I wanted him. 

I shoved my hand into the waistband of his track pants and he whimpered as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. Thank goodness his bodybuilding didn't make up for a small cock. It was a great size, and I wanted to see it. My kisses left his lips and traveled down his throat. I was pushing his track pants off his waist when my mouth found a tiny erect nipple and I sucked on it hard.

"Jesus, Shannon, slow down, fuck."

"Shut up Brian. You've always wanted me, well here's you chance. You do want me right?"

"Oh fuck!" was his only answer. I was now on my knees and servicing his circumcised cock. Its head was already a deep purple and I studied every centimeter of it with my tongue and lips. He didn't know it but I had one hand between my legs, working my cunt lips apart and teasing my own clit.

Brian pushed me away and then lifted me up till I sat on the dryer. It's metal, while not cold, made me squeal a little.

"Ssh, someone might here you."

"Wait till I start screaming for you to fuck me!"

"Oh fuck!" and Brian was pulling my shirt open, his hands and mouth on my erect nipples. I moaned and whimpered and when his fingers fell over my naked bush, I trembled.

"Oh fuck!" was his response when he found I wasn't wearing panties. I was discovering he was a man of few words. He was too fast, his fingers probing and spreading me apart. 

"Stop, stop…just fuck me Brian, put that fucking cock inside me."

Brian stood straight and I reached down to guide his shaft into me. We both watched as I wiggled his cock head over my lips, spreading them open and then inserting him into my hole. What he lacked in vocabulary, he made up for in girth. He was still clumsy kissing and squeezing my breasts but he was fucking my cunt expertly.

"Oh Brian, oh fuck this feels great. God you're handsome, I could just eat you up."

"You did. Here, lets try this." Brian pulled me off the dryer and for a second my weight went down onto his cock and I moaned with pleasure. Without releasing me, Brian spun us around and sat his own ass up on the dryer. I clung to him at first but I needed more movement so I grasped the bottom edge of the cupboard behind his head and began to work up a good rhythm. 

I was worried that the cabinet would let go from the wall but it felt so good. Brian reached both hands around my ass and grasped my cheeks. He squeezed hard and pulled them apart. I could feel the air caress my anal passage, exposing both my ass hole and his cock in my slippery wet cunt. What a sight that must be!

I wiggled and squirmed, begging him to fuck me, to make me cum. I was so close. I was trembling with my need. Brian slid a finger over my smaller pucker but didn't penetrate. He didn't have to, it was enough and I found myself climaxing, holding back my scream by biting on his shoulder. Brian still had my camisole around his neck.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Not yet."

It was my turn to say "Oh fuck!"

Brian slid off the dryer and helped me off his cock. He guided me to the exposed side of the dryer and gently turned me around and pushed my chest onto the top. I went to spread my legs but he told me to keep them together. "You have the best ass Shannon, I want you to keep your legs together, makes you feel tighter now that you've cum."

He was right! Oh man it felt great to feel his cock back inside me and his thighs on either side of me. He was very good; changing his rhythms and depth of his thrust. He would massage my exposed cheeks and back or reach under and cup a swaying breast. He fucked me like that for a few minutes. I would look back over my shoulder and watch his expression. I love being fucked this way. I loved how he kept my camisole on.

"Oh God Shannon, roll over."

I lay on my back now, my legs held wide by Brian as he slid his cock in and out of my humming pussy. He had lost his rhythm and was now just madly fucking me, his balls slapping against my ass as he drove home. "Oh fuck Shannon, I'm going to cum!"

"Don't cum in me!"

"What?" but he didn't slow down, he was out of control, he couldn't stop. I had to think of something.

"Cum on my tits baby."

"Yeah, yeah sure."

I slid off the dryer and crouched with my back against the warm metal. Brian was jerking his cock madly just inches from breasts and when he exploded he was the one that cried out more loudly than he should have. I spread the sticky goo over each mound and lick my fingers clean.

"You know Shannon, I'm here for another 4 days."

"You know Brian, I'll probably have to do some laundry tomorrow." 



Dirty Laundry



I met my wife 8 years ago, at a football game.

My weeks were largely spent in Omaha, on a 2-year consulting project.  Thursday nights I flew home to Atlanta, though on occasion would stay in Omaha and sample the night life there, for a change of pace.

In September 94 a co-worker invited me to go to a Nebraska football game, in Lincoln, about an hour away.  So I stayed over and we headed to the game early Saturday.

His friend, Steve, and Steve's wife, Jan, were hosting an impressive tailgate party.  My wife, as it turned out, is Jan's niece, though only about 8 years younger than Jan, who as the youngest of 5 girls is 16 years younger than my wife's mom, the oldest.

Needless to say, we all drank too much, ate too much, I was hitting on my future wife, and my future wife and I ended up back in my hotel room together many hours after Nebraska steamrolled some patsy football team.

2 years later we were married.  I had gotten to know Steve and Jan and their 2 little ones pretty well.  Of course, they were at the wedding, and I made sure to dance with Jan more than once.  She is truly the inspiration for many-a-man's wet dreams.  5'2", drop-dead gorgeous, fit, large and firm tits, always looking subtly sensual, always cautiously flirtatious, beautiful blonde hair - short and always done a bit differently.

We get back to Nebraska 2 or 3 times a year now, and always stay with Steve and Jan.  Their boys are 12 and 10, and I always throw a football or baseball around with them for hours.  Their dad is always very busy with his work, and Jan always thanks me 3 or 4 times, and has even rubbed my shoulders a few times afterwards.  Always wondered if she knew this caused me to think "why don't you come sit on my fat cock, you sexy little thing".

We went out in May of 2001 for a funeral.  My wife's great-grandmother, Jan's grandmother, passed away at 97.  Steve and Jan's house was loaded down with people...they have 5 bedrooms, all were full.

We arrived Saturday for a Monday wake and Tuesday funeral, and planned to fly home Wednesday morning.

Sunday morning, in what is my custom, I was up at 5AM, and had the large downstairs to myself.  I made coffee and sat reading a magazine, knowing no one in my wife's family would be up before 8.  But about 6, Jan came down, wearing shorts and a tanktop, causing my cock an instant stir, and said in a quiet half-whisper "never-ending laundry with 2 boys".  She went straight into the laundry room, off of the kitchen, and 3 minutes later the machine was on and she came out, poured herself some coffee, and sat down next to me in their large TV/den area set behind the kitchen.  She sat just a smidge too close, I thought, but then told myself to stop fantasizing.

We chatted and sipped coffee for 15 minutes.  Her tank top was showing her significant cleavage, D cups on her little body, so they can look really amazing.  I had to remind myself constantly not to look down, but nonetheless I was sure she caught me peeking at least twice.  What really started my brain, the other one that is, in motion was when Jan put her little hand on my knee and said "when are you guys gonna get pregnant?"  She kept her hand there as I answered, "we've talked about it, maybe soon, I have been suggesting increased practice time", to which she giggled quite a bit, and finally replied, with her hand just above my knee, circling, "I'm sure you don't have any problems". Then she said, while taking her hand off my leg, "time to change the loads", and got up and headed across the kitchen and back to the oversized laundry/pantry room. "Come help" she said as she went, so I followed her there, watching her perfect little heart-shaped ass the whole 30-foot trip.

Jan closed the laundry room door behind me.  My heart jumped.  She simply pulled the ironing board off the back of the door, set it up, and said "I wish my men appreciated all the damn work it takes to keep this house running".  "I'm sure they do, but you do it so well they probably take it for granted at times", I replied.  "Oh yeah", she said, as she pulled wet clothes out of the washer.  Then she bent over, said "open" nodding to the dryer, and as I opened the door she shoved the wet clothes inside.

As Jan stood up I have no doubt whatsoever she saw me staring at her backside. She looked at me for just a second, not certain it seemed, then as she continued to stare her hand reached out to my pajama-bottoms, which I was wearing with a T-shirt, and she grabbed hold of my cock, which immediately stiffened up, and said "I could use a little more appreciation, Joe, think you could help?".  I gasped, stuttered, mumbled, choked, my mind was not able to grab hold of anything, and before it could she followed up, as her hand began massaging my hardened cock, "I've seen the way you look at me, Joe, I've seen the lust you have for me, and I have it too...I've wanted to grab this cock of yours since we met, and now that I have it in my hand I'm going to play with it, now and for the next few days, and from now on whenever we get together, okay with you?"  "Yeah, Jan, it is" came out of my mouth, and nothing more.  I bent down to kiss her, and we kissed very deeply, right away, she reached inside my pajamas and began jerking me off faster.  After a couple of minutes I shuddered, and shook, and came all over her little hands.  She finished it off, then pulled her hand out, unlocked our lips, and put her cum-soaked hand in front of my lips.  I started licking it off, and tasting myself.  I licked it all off, and was getting a bit frenzied.

I lifted Jan's 5'2", maybe 120, curvy body up onto the dryer.  I quickly unzipped her shorts, and pulled them off along with her panties all at once.  She put her hands up, pushing on the cabinets above the dryer, and scooched back so her feet were up on the dryer.  I slid my hands under her thighs, held her by the side of the ass, and started to lick her pretty pussy.  I licked it from bottom to top, over and over again, and she grew very wet.  Her juices were getting on my chin, and on my upper lip, even my cheeks a bit.  She began a low moan, and that made me crazy...I lapped at the upper part of her pussy, and finally felt her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue...I immediately began to suck and flicker it, and soon Jan started cumming, I could feel her pushing her pussy into my face and I felt her fighting the urge to scream out as she came hard.  She felt like she had come down, after a minute or so, but I kept on going and she started cumming again, and the pattern repeated once more...3 big orgasms, which seemed to last several minutes, and my face was soaked in her sweet juices.

As she came down again, my cock was raging, so I pulled her off the dryer and lifted her down to the floor, where I sat on my ass and she fell straddled upon me.  My cock found its own way to her opening, and it was so wet we felt me penetrate her right away, and it slid in all the way to the base.  Little Jan started bucking wildly, even with her knees now on hard tiled floors, and gave me a killer "fuck me, you hot stud" look.  I lasted about 3 or 4 minutes, and I am sure sure I was giving her an incredible "fuck me you gorgeous slut" look as I began pumping her pussy full of cum while squeezing her ass cheeks.  I could feel her big tits pressed into me, nipples fully erect, her hot cunt clamped onto my raging dick, and my strong hands squeezing her firm rounded ass...I still get a hard-on just thinking about it, it was so intense and an orgasm burnished in my brain as one of those perfect moments in life that make it so worthwhile.

We came down, and kissed a bit, then Jan edged up, until my cock flopped out of her.  She got up and said "again, tomorrow, 5:30AM, k?"  I nodded "see you then, lover".  "Now let's get cleaned up and go about our day" she said.

And off we went.  That was the first time, and there were more, and will be more.



Dirty Laundry



“Oh shit! Shit! SHIT!!” Brianna sprung out of bed in a daze. She fell asleep with her laptop and books strewn about her, and now she was late for class. She was busting her butt over her Masters thesis and the lack of sleep was really getting to her. Racing to the bathroom for a quick hot shower to shake the sleepiness from her weary body. As the hot water rained down on her, she gave an exhausted sigh. 

“Man, I really can’t take any more of this… No sleep, no boyfriend, no sex, no life… I’m just pathetic. And to top it off, what the hell am I gonna wear?” She thought.

She hadn’t done any laundry for nearly a week and was starting to look really terrible, slopping around in old t-shirts and jeans. Stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, she glanced at her laundry hamper. It was so stuffed to the brim with dirty clothes that the lid wouldn’t close. 

“Note to self, DO LAUNDRY!” Brianna thought to herself as she walked over to her now-empty wardrobe. The wardrobe situation had truly come to a crisis point. All that she had to wear was an old skirt that she truly hated. She bought it years ago on a whim, wore it once and never again. It looked like a schoolgirl skirt, pink with box pleats and just way too short. 

“I guess it won’t be that bad, it’s just one class, then run some experiments in the lab and I’ll be back.” 

Brianna turned to look at herself in the mirror and wondered why she was so unsuccessful with men. She was 25, 5’5” and a trim and toned 100lbs. With long dark hair, perky 32B breasts and an impossible tight ass, her daily gym routine really paid off. 

“Right, like I have anything else better to do than go to the gym” she sighed. She was a workaholic and could hardly blame anyone for being alone on Saturday nights. After all, she was an introverted, quiet person, preferring to immerse herself in research or curl up in front of the TV than head out and date. And on top of that, as the deadline for her thesis submission drew closer, Brianna’s reluctance to engage socially was even more pronounced.

Brianna pulled open her underwear drawer and the sight that greeted her caused a loud “Fuuuuck!!!! I can’t believe this!” It was empty. Her laundry laziness was coming back to haunt her. Brianna rummaged through the laundry hamper, hoping to find something clean enough to wear but to no avail. Now in the worst ever mood she’d ever been in, she pulled on a white tank top and that much-hated skirt.

She hated this, showing off so much leg and the feeling of being naked without any underwear on. Brianna contemplated just skipping class; she only had 10 minutes to get to campus anyway. But she couldn’t, it was an important one. She checked herself in the mirror with a critical eye. The skirt was really too short, just covering her hairless pussy and her nipples were shadows under the thin white cotton of her tank top. She turned around and gasped. The skirt just barely covered her ass cheeks. “Whatever, it’s not like anyone’s going to look anyway.” as she picked up her stuff and left the house.

Stepping out onto the street, Brianna nervously tugged at the skirt, pulling it down as far as it would go. It sat low on her hips, riding at her hipbone, and the harder she tugged it down, the more space opened up between her tank top and the waistband, showing her taut abs. She then tugged her tank top down, which then pulled the neckline down, showing more cleavage of her perky tits. With a frustrated grunt, she gave up and walked as fast as she could to campus. 

By the time she made it to the school grounds, the brisk walking had caused the lips of her naked pussy to rub against each other. She could feel the cool air drift through her legs and a hint of wetness was starting to form. Brianna tried hard to ignore the sensations. The warm tingling wetness was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, and was starting to really bother her. 

She hadn’t had sex in nearly a year and sometimes got so horny she’d break out her favorite dildo and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm. It was a small sized jelly cock, about 5 inches in length and very slim. Brianna was petite everywhere, including her pussy. Her cunt lips were small and she loved to keep her pussy hairless. A Brazilian wax once a month, and she looked like a 12-year-old girl waist down, pink, small and hairlessly smooth. All her ex-boyfriends had small to average sized dicks and even they said that she was way to small and tight. Brianna would make sure the dildo was well lubed on and slide it very slowly in. She could feel her pussy resist against the slim jelly cock as she gently forced it in till it was buried in her little twat. Very gently and slowly, Brianna would pump the little pink dildo in and out of her wet creamy pussy until she screamed as she came and came and came….

“Snap out of it!” Brianna thought to herself “This is not helping the situation.” The thought of her hot pink jelly dick in her caused the slight moisture between her legs to erupt into flood of creamy juice that trickled down her thighs. She could feel the throbbing of her pussy lips and clit as blood rushed to engorge them. Her nipples stood erect and hard against her thin tank top, and what were barely noticeable shadows were now blatantly obvious. As Brianna reached the lecture theatre, her cheeks were flushed and her pulse pounding. 

“Hey hey… Wassup with the skirt tomboy? I’ve never seen you so feminine before!” She spun around and found herself face to face with Nick, her best friend. 

“Shut up asshole, say anything else about this fucking skirt and I’m going to pound your face in.” Brianna growled.

“Oooh… someone’s got her panties in a twist today. Got up on the wrong side of the bed?” Nick retorted. If only he know the irony of his statement Brianna thought. She stuck her tongue out at him and headed to find a seat. 

“C’mon sourpuss, don’t be such a grouch. It’s Freud today, your favorite…” Nick persisted in annoying her as she carefully made her way down the steep stairs of the lecture theatre.

“Are you going to help me find a seat or continue being a jack-ass?” Brianna snapped. Nick had been Brianna’s best friend for years. They met in their freshman year, in Psych 101. Like her, he was a nice unassuming guy, preferring the company of close friends than loud rowdy groups. Nick used to be a skinny awkward geek, but as the years passed, his love for cross-country running and swimming had resulted in broad shoulders, washboard abs and a tight ass. But nobody looked under his bookish veneer of spectacles and messy hair, with his hot body hidden under baggy t-shirts and loose jeans, not even Brianna.

The steps were a killer; Brianna had a few close calls with them over the years. And now, with the distracting wetness between her legs and Nick’s incessant irritating ribbing behind her, she lost her footing. Brianna felt a sense of sheer panic as she felt herself falling backwards and prepared for the pain of the impact. 

Nick saw Brianna’s footing slip and instinctively reached out to grab her. His arms reached around her waist and held her safely from tumbling down the stairs. The fall never came for Brianna. She felt Nick holding her, and the fall was arrested mid-air. She could feel Nick’s hard forearms and biceps like a vise around her waist, brushing against the undersides of her breasts. His chest was surprisingly hard and chiseled against her back. She never realized Nick was so buffed, his height and baggy clothes hid just about everything.

As Brianna regained her footing and composure, she muttered a grudging thanks as she re-adjusted her clothing and slipped into the closest seat she could find. Nick slid into the seat next to her, his pulse racing. As he released Brianna, he caught sight of her shapely ass peeking out of her short flippy pink skirt. Squatting down to retrieve her fallen books and file, he saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under that skirt. Her pussy was hairless and dripping wet. The inner lips were swollen and parted to reveal her small red hole. 

Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cock so stiff it began to hurt. He tried to concentrate on the lecture and wipe the image from his mind. “She’s my best friend for chrissakes… And thank god for boxer shorts” he thought. 

Brianna too was having hard time, her skirt wasn’t long enough to sit on, and had ridden up to the crack of her ass. The thought of Nick’s hard body, and the scent of his aftershave were assaulting her senses. She could feel her pussy creaming and the juices pooling on the hard plastic seat under her. Her squirming and shifting just made things worse, and by the time the hour was up, her head was pounding and a soft blush covered her neck and shoulders.

The moment the class was over, Brianna got up and rushed off. Nick caught sight of the glistening pussy juice on her seat and his cock once again hardened. He ran after her and finally caught up with Brianna in the courtyard. 

“Hey, wait up! Are you ok?” Nick shouted. 

“Y-y-yeah..” Brianna stammered “I’m ok, just tired. Headed to the library, wanna come?” 

“Hell yeah, I wanna come… Right in your wet pussy…” Nick thought to himself. 

He quickly shrugged off the thought, silently chastising himself and replied “Yeah, I need to get a couple of journals too.” 

They made their way to the “dungeon”, the basement floor where the periodical archives were. It was mainly used by graduate students and was often empty, quiet and lonely. Brianna was grateful for some company, as she often felt creeped out when she was alone.

Nick sat at a desk as he watched Brianna search through the huge bookcases for a 1997 paper in the Social Cognition Journal. As she bent over to retrieve a volume on the lower rack, her little pink skirt hitched up and her moist pussy peeped out. He could see the small slit in the peeping out from the center of a firm ass. Nick had a raging hard on, and it was pushing at the waistband of his boxer shorts. He could smell the scent of Brianna’s perfume and musky pussy juices, and it was driving him absolutely crazy.

“I’m outta my mind” Nick thought. He always treasured Brianna as a friend and confidante. He never felt comfortable with a woman, but with Brianna, he could say and do anything he wanted, and just be himself. Even as a geeky freshman, they always hung out and had great times. “What’s wrong with me” Nick sighed under his breath.

“Oi you! Come help me with this you lazy git!” Brianna yelled. She had a stack of journals piled up on the floor. Nick got up; hoping like hell is hard-on wasn’t obvious. Well, it was. 

Brianna caught sight of the huge bulge in his jeans, and a blush suffused her cheeks as she remembered her inappropriate bending over, and her lack of panties. Overcome by embarrassment, she turned her back and pretended to look at a row of books. Nick walked over to her and caught a whiff of her shampoo, perfume and juices, all mixed into a heady arousing scent. 

Nick couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He gathered up all his courage and stepped up close to her. Her back was to him as he placed his hand lightly against shoulder. She didn’t seem to object. Encouraged, Nick massaged the taut tendon of her neck gently, brushing away the long silky tendrils of a long brown hair. His finger traced a path up from Brianna’s shoulder to her neck and up towards her ear. “Damn… her skin was so soft” as he watch her pulse pound in her throat.

Brianna’s breath came in short staccato gasps, and the sound of blood was rushing in her ears. Nick’s large hands were strong and rough, a delicious contrast to her soft milky skin. Pearly drops of cream flowed from Brianna’s pussy and started running in thin rivulets down hers thighs, she’d never been this aroused before. She could feel the heat from Nick’s hard chest against her back, his thighs against the backs of hers. His erection pressed against the small of her back, hard and huge.

Nick leaned over and blew into her ear, then nipped gently at her small earlobe. Brianna let out a strangled gasp as he licked the rim of her ear, and made a wet hot trail with his tongue down to her neck. She was panting hard and her legs felt like jelly as bit down on her neck, and his other hand crept down to her waist. She could feel his palm on her stomach, then steal past the bottom edge of her top.

The contact of bare skin on skin was electrifying and Nick’s cock throbbed and stiffened another inch. He never thought his cock could get so hard. “Get a grip of yourself man… you’re barely touching her…” 

His hand crept past her flat stomach and made its way to the bottom of her bra-less breasts. Cupping the heavy swell of her flawless tits, he pinched her hard nipples as his cock jerked painfully against Brianna’s back. As he nibbled and sucked on her neck, his other hand came down to her panty-less ass. 

“Oh god!” Brianna squeaked, her gasp finally breaking the silence of the empty room. Nick’s rough hand caressed her firm ass and squeezed hard, causing Brianna to stop breathing completely. As he slid his hand between her thighs, he could feel the wetness running down her thighs, soaking his fingers. The feel of her soft thighs and her slick pussy juices drove Nick over the edge.

“Jeez Bree, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve been driving me mad all morning, y’know that?” as his finger slipped between her creamy cunt lips. She felt so damn good, soft, slippery and hot… He heard Brianna whimper as his finger circled around her erect clit. He kept up the rhythm, running his finger from her swollen clit, past the labia to her hairless asshole. Brianna’s hips started grinding against his fingers, small moans coming from her wet full lips.

Nick was in heaven. Brianna was so wet; her juices were flowing down his fingers and dripping onto the library floor. As her breath started to come in shorter and shallower gasps, he slipped a finger into her tight hole. 

Damn, she was tight. Her pussy gripped his finger and it was hard to get in. Nick slowly thrust the tip of his finger in and out and slowly managed to slide his entire finger in her tight sopping wet hole. As Nick fingered Brianna’s drenched pussy, he could feel the muscles clenching in an erratic rhythm, he knew she was close to coming.

Brianna’s head was spinning, she couldn’t think. All she felt was Nick’s hard body pressed up against her, his hands squeezing her tits and finger fucking her hard. 

“Oh god… oh god… Nick please… Don’t stop… I’m coming...” Nick shoved another finger up her tight hole, sending Brianna over the edge. She let out a wail and she ground down on his fingers. Nick could feel her entire body tense, and her pussy clamp down hard on his fingers, her breath coming in short hard gasps.

Nick’s cock was on the verge of bursting out of his jeans. Brianna’s legs were weak and she could hardly stand. In her post-orgasmic haze, Brianna heard voices and a door close. Someone was coming in! Both Nick and Brianna pulled away in panic and hastily righted their clothing. Nick looked at her in amazement. She was so beautiful, with her face and neck flushed a soft pink blush, lips red and swollen and hair in tousled disarray. She had a shy dismayed expression on her face and her long lashes fanned out into dark crescents on her cheeks as she looked down in embarrassment.

“Baby… hey… c’mon, you’re beautiful.” Nick tilted her chin up with his finger, and then ruffled her hair playfully. The tension was broken and Brianna let out a small giggle. 

“Butthead!” Brianna exclaimed and slapped her small hand against his chest. 

“I’ll give you a lift home. Wanna grab a bite?” Nicked asked. Sure, Brianna was definitely hungry, although she wasn’t too sure it was for Nick or for food. 

“Let’s call for a pizza, I need to get home and do my laundry, I really have nothing to wear.” Said Brianna with a regretful sigh.

The ride back to Brianna’s house was pure torture for Nick. His raging hard-on hadn’t subsided and the sweltering heat was making the musky scent of Brianna’s pussy fill the car. By the time they pulled up to the driveway, Nick was sweating buckets and his ugly plaid shirt was damp with sweat. 

“Are you gonna be busy with laundry? Call for a large pepperoni pizza k? I’m gonna cool off in the pool.” Nick desperately needed a cold shower or swim, in this case. 

Brianna ran straight to her room and heaved a sigh of relief. What the hell was that? She pulled on her bikini, grateful for something to finally cover her up. It was a new bikini she just bought last week, a white string bikini embroidered with small blue flowers. Throwing as much clothes that could fit into the washing machine, she hit the start button and hummed a little tune as she dialed for a pizza.

Heading towards the pool to join Nick, she froze at the sight of him. God, he looked so good. He had only his boxers on, his glasses were off and water was streaming down his lean muscled body. At 6’3” Nick was slim but muscular. Running and swimming gave him a golden tan that went perfectly with his honey blond hair and piercing green eyes. Many girls didn’t give him a second glance, he was too much of a quiet geek with nerdy spectacles and awful plaid shirts that should have been gone together with grunge music.

But all Brianna could see now was a half naked Nick, with wet boxer shorts clinging to his crotch, outlining his thick cock so clearly. She could feel the rush of moisture start between her legs again as she walked out to the patio. “Pizza’s coming in a bit. How’s the water?”

“Its good, come on in!” Nick shouted from across the pool. Brianna shrugged off her robe and stepped gingerly to the edge of the pool. Nick could feel his cock get hard again. 

Her bikini was so goddamn small, white and thin! Two triangles of white cloth barely covered her nipples and her breasts were spilling out from the sides. The bottom was even worse; he couldn’t believe anything could get so small. It slung low on her hips, just barely covering the top of her slit. If she didn’t wax, all her pussy hair would be showing. Strings tied at the sides held it together and the back was a thong, with nothing but a thin string disappearing between her lovely ass cheeks.

Nick raced towards Brianna, grabbed her and flung her into the pool. She shrieked as she landed with a loud smack as she hit the surface of the cold water. Sputtering and gasping she swore loudly as Nick laughed uncontrollably. 

“You look like a drowned rat sweetie. Very nice! Ahahahahaha!!!!” as he belly flopped in to join her.

Incensed at the unceremonious dunking, Brianna lunged at him, grabbing him in a chokehold. Nick easily got loose and dunked her one more time before finally grabbing a hold of a very angry, very wet Brianna. 

She struggled against him and tried to give him a taste of his own medicine but her petite frame was no match for him. In the midst of their playful struggle, Brianna’s bikini top had shifted and a rosy nipple popped out. Her squirming and fidgeting against Nick’s stiff dick was driving him crazy. 

Pulling her hard against his chest, Nick had no more patience or control left. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back her head, lips tilted up to meet his. Nick ground his lips against hers, tongue flicking out to lick hers and bite roughly on her lips. 

“Bree, if you want me stop you better tell me now.” Nick whispered into her mouth.

“Nick... Oh god, I don’t know… It feels so good… Yesss…”

Slamming her back against the side of the pool, he grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed hard. His hand pulled her tiny bikini bottoms to the side and jammed two fingers up her wet pussy.

Brianna’s senses were reeling in shock. The shock of so much of Nick’s naked skin against hers, and his roughness and urgency spurred her arousal to new heights. She kissed him wildly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and ground her soaking pussy into his fingers. Her hand moved down to his boxer shorts. The tip of his hard cock was pushing past the waistband of his boxers. Her small hand caressed to hard tip of his cock, then crept past the waistband, reaching in to the rest of his shaft. 




Dirty Laundry



Brianna let out a surprised gasp and she gripped his cock, it was so fucking big! Definitely longer and thicker than her favorite pink dildo. Much much bigger! She was almost afraid to look. She wrapped her hands around the shaft and moved her hand up and down, pumping Nick’s cock savagely.

“Damn it Bree, if you keep that up, I’m gonna come in your hand.” 

Nick grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up the edge of the pool. Ripping away her bikini bottom, he spread her legs wide to open her tiny little pussy. Brianna’s pussy lips were red and throbbing from Nick’s finger fucking. Little rivulets of juice oozed out from her cunt, running down into her ass. Both her tits had come loose from her top and she quickly pulled it off. 

“Rub your nipples baby, I’m gonna eat you till you come. You want that baby? Huh?” 

Nick growled as he plunged his face into her dripping pussy. Sucking and biting, he lapped up all her juices as Brianna squealed and squirmed. She grabbed his head and ground her pelvis into Nick’s face as she came hard and fast. As she started to come, Nick drove his tongue deep into her tight little twat.

Panting hard, Brianna barked, “Get the hell out of the pool, NOW!” 

Nick pulled himself out of the pool and stripped out of his boxers. Brianna came face to face with Nick’s huge 9-inch cock. It was not only long; it was thick, nearly 3 inches in diameter. 

“Lie down, I want that cock in my mouth baby” Brianna couldn’t wait to get her hands on that hard dick. Her long hair falling over his crotch, she bent over him, her wet tongue lapping at his heart-shaped dick head. Her tongue caught a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip as the huge cock slipped into a warm mouth. Swirling her tongue round and round the head, she eased the 9-inch dick into her mouth and won the throat, taking almost ¾ of Nick’s cock till it hit the back of her throat. 

Nick was in ecstasy. He could see Brianna’s firm tits jiggling and her tight ass stuck high in the air as she sucked him off. His balls were nearly bursting, he’d been hard since this morning and her mouth was so damn warm and tight. He could see her cheeks hollowing as his cock disappeared into her greedy mouth. When she started to gently massage his balls, he could feel so come threatening to explode into her lovely mouth. Brianna’s finger moved down to the area between Nick’s balls and asshole and rubbed hard. It was just too much for Nick. 

“Oh FUCK… I’m coming baby… I’m coming in your mouth… swallow it DAMMIT!” 

Nick’s hot jism exploded in Brianna’s mouth, coming in long hard spurts. “He tastes so good…” Brianna thought as his cum overflowed from her mouth and dripped down her chin. 

Exhausted, they lay side by side in the warm sun. “Who would’ve thought huh?” said Nick. “You know, you’re the only girl I truly cared about, and the only girl who made me feel comfortable enough to just be myself. It kind of makes sense doesn’t it?” 

Brianna turned to nuzzle her face in his chest and flung a leg over him.

“Yeah, it does. You’ve always been there for me Nick. And besides, you’ve already seen me at my worst.” Brianna giggled. The doorbell rang and broke the slumberous embrace.

“I’ll get it.” as Nick got up, wrapped a towel around his waist and answered the door.

A large pepperoni pizza and some beers later, Brianna remembered her laundry. “Well, back to the mundane” she thought as she pulled out damp clothes out of the washing machine. She’d wrapped a towel around herself and was having a little trouble keeping the damn thing on. As she loaded the laundry into the dryer, she didn’t realize Nick was standing in the doorway. 

Nick admired her trim body as she struggled to keep the towel on. Bending over to shove shirts and jeans into the dryer, the towel rode up her ass showing off her pink slit. Enjoying the view, Nick walked quietly over. Brianna’s ass was poised high in the air as she bent over to load up the dryer. Nick silently slipped a finger up her pussy, and started finger-fucking Brianna hard.

Brianna squealed and gripped the side of the dryer in surprise and her knees nearly buckled. She spun around to find Nick with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t resist the temptation…” 

OK, now her pussy was wet and throbbing and Brianna was seriously horny. She hadn’t had that big cock in her yet and most importantly, she was determined to wipe that smirk off Nick’s face.

With a sexy smile, she let her towel drop and pulled the towel off Nick’s waist. His cock was already hard. Good, she thought. Reaching out, she held him by his dick and pulled him into the direction of the living room. 

“C’mon, that’s a good boy” as she led him by his dick to the sofa. 

Brianna shoved him down hard on the sofa and straddled him. Nick cupped her full tits and brought her hard nipples to his lips. Clamping down on a nipple, he licked and sucked, eliciting moans from Brianna. As he bit down on her tits, his hand came behind her to grab a handful of her perky butt. 

She was dripping again. The creamy juice was running down her thighs as she bit and sucked as his shoulder, her breath warm in his ear. Nick had to get his cock into her pussy, and soon. Grabbing her by her waist, he flipped her onto her back and spread her thighs wide, exposing Brianna pouting pussy. 

Brianna was getting a little worried that his cock wouldn’t fit. Either that, or it was gonna hurt like hell. 

“Nick honey, go easy ok?” 

He spread her pussy lips with his fingers. Se was dripping wet, but really small. This might be a problem. Bending over her pussy, he could see the juices leaking out of her to pool on the fabric of the couch. He’d never seen a woman get so wet before, or a woman so small for the matter. He flicked her clit with his tongue, and then lapped her from clit to asshole. 

Brianna was getting wetter by the minute, and as Nick stabbed his tongue in and out of her pussy, she let out a mewling high-pitched wail as she came. Continuing to tongue fuck her, Nick could feel her shudder and she came again.

Positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, Nick slid the huge cockhead up and down the juicy little slit, coating it in her juices. Brianna was breathing hard; eyes glazed over from her multiple orgasms. Sliding the head slowing in to her tight little pussy, Nick could see the labia stretch to accommodate him. Moaning and sighing, Brianna squirmed and her hips rotated around Nick’s dick head. 

“Jesus Christ babe… don’t move… FUCK, you’re so fucking tight and wet…” 

He was losing control; she was so damn tight around him. Grabbing her hips tight, he pulled her ass towards him as he thrust his hips forward, slamming all 9 inches of hard cock into her tight wet pussy.

Brianna screamed as his cock ripped into her. The pleasure was so intense as his huge cock filled her to bursting point. Nick was out of control, her incredibly tight pussy was clenching around him, and he could feel her muscles contracting with every breath she took. Holding still and trying to regain his composure, he felt her pussy spasm around him in a pulsing rhythm. Damn, he wasn’t even moving and she was already coming!

She went wild, her hips bucking and grinding against him as she came, her pussy juices, creaming the base of his cock and running down his balls. It was all too much for Nick; he started ramming into her as hard and fast as he could. Grabbing her ankles and hooking then over his shoulders, Nick bore down on Brianna, stretching her pussy even wider. Looking down, he could see his thick cock plunging in and out of her tiny hole, stretching her red swollen labia.

“Fuck me baby... harder… ohmigod ohmigod…” 

She was coming again, her head flailing from side to side as she mewled, tears wetting her thick lashes. Brianna’s entire body stiffened, she stopped breathing and her eyes opened wide as she gripped desperately at the fabric of the couch. As Brianna’s body relaxed and went limp, he could see a thick cream coating his entire shaft, this girl was fucking amazing. Pulling out of her, Nick flipped Brianna onto her knees, placing her hands on the back of the couch with her ass stuck up high in the air. Standing up behind her, Brianna was a sight to behold. 

Panting and flushed, with her long hair running down her back, her firm breasts were bouncing with every breath. Brianna’s narrow 23-inch waist flared out into a round firm ass tapering down to slim endless legs. And in the middle of it all was spread open pussy, red and swollen from fucking his cock. Her creamy juices were everywhere, coating her asshole and thighs, dripping from her stretched out cunt onto the couch.

Gripping her hips and positioning her at his cock level, he slammed his shaft deep into her. Brianna’s breath catches in her throat, Nick’s cock was so deep, his dickhead pressed up against her cervix. As Nick’s cock slid out, she felt the head rub against her g-spot. The pleasure was so intense, Brianna felt light-headed, about to pass out. 

“Breathe baby, breathe… You ok love?” as Nick gently stroked her hair and back. 

“Y-y-yes… I’m ok… just go slow sweetie.” Her sentence was punctuated by little gasps and spasm wracked her small body. Nick could feel her trembling in his arms.

He was trying to keep it together, he really was. But he was in so damn deep, and she was so tight and wet… he could feel himself losing it but he kept still and waited for Brianna to calm down. 

Her breathing slowed to a ragged hiccup and she started to fidget, turning around to stare at him with pleasure-glazed eyes. 

“Screw me hard Nick… Don’t you want to see you cock fucking my pussy? Don’t you?’” Her sentence ended on a breathless purr. 

Brianna’s tight little ass wiggled against him, she moved forward, causing his cock to slide out of her. Just as the head was about to slip out, Brianna slammed her hips backwards and grinds down, burying Nick’s cock deep inside her.

“Arrghh!!! FUUUCK…” 

That was it; she’d sent Nick over the brink. Grabbing her hips and bracing one leg on the couch, Nick fucked her brutally, pulling out almost all the way and slamming his huge dick back in. The force of his thrusts was so hard Brianna’s shoulder jammed into the backseat of the couch. 

Reaching for Brianna’s bouncing breasts, Nick grabbed and squeezed hard as he pounded her tight wet little pussy. She was panting hard and screamed as another intense orgasm hit her, tears were streaming down her face and her throat felt dry and raw. 

Nick wasn’t so tender anymore, grabbing a fistful of thick long hair; he jerked her head backwards to expose her damp neck. Brianna could feel his teeth scrape her shoulder and then bit her. Hard. The combination of pain and pleasure brought on another powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching hard around Nick’s hard cock like a vise.

“Ooooohhh… noo… oooh… yesss….” Brianna was incoherent, only moans, gasps and squeals coming from her. 

Nick couldn’t hold on any longer, his cock felt ready to burst. Pumping into her, he let the first gush of cum flood her pussy, his cock twitching and pulsing as he came hard and fast. Another spurt of creamy sperm shot into her cunt as his contractions continued. All this while Brianna was wailing at the top of her voice as his jism pumped into her pussy for another blinding orgasm.

Brianna’s legs gave out from under her and fell face first into the soft couch. Nick was no better off, following her down as she collapsed. Their breaths were heavy, inhaling and exhaling in unison as Nick buried his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her soft hair and breathing in her heady scent. 

Her body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and he could see her trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms. Bracing himself up with his arms, Nick held on firmly to Brianna’s waist and pulled his cock gently out of her sopping vagina. It was red and sore, coated with her creamy cum. As his cock slipped out, he could see a stream of his cum flowing out from her pussy, mingling with her juices as it ran down her leg.

Scooping her into his arms, he carried a very exhausted, very limp and very satisfied Brianna to bed. Heading to the bathroom, Nick washed himself off and brought over a wet towel and cleaned the oozing sperm coating her pussy, ass and thighs. Tucking her in, he gathered Brianna into his arms and hugged her tight. He couldn’t imagine how lucky he was to love her as both friend and lover.

Her face nuzzled into his chest and she let out a sleepy little sigh and she muttered, “Who’d have thought dirty laundry was a good thing?” as she drifted to sleep.



Dirty Laundry



Getting home from work I was completely stressed out. It seemed like every one was there to just annoy me. There was no way I could do anything but chill out for the rest of the night. I walked through my apartment ready to grab a drink when I noticed the heap of laundry in the corner. My day could of not have gotten any worse. All I wanted to do was have a drink and not deal with any one. But the idea of not having any clothes for the week did not appeal either. So, I grabbed my dirty clothes and headed to the closet laundry mat. 

The rumble of the driers greeted me as I entered the laundry mat. I tiredly loaded my clothes into the washer, inserted my quarters and poured in my detergent. As I stood back to watch my clothes spin through the different cycles I took in the rest of the occupancies. Two older ladies stood chatting by the benches. A middle age women who looked as if life had not been fair stared blankly at a rotating drier. I turned to focus on my sloshing clothes when I noticed a light haired man in the corner. 

As I glanced over to get a better look I was startled when he turned my direction. Quickly I turned back to my washer not wanted to give myself away. I felt shy, which was not normal for me. But, I liked the anxious feeling I got when I looked at him. As if I was in high school thinking of doing something bad. 

It wasn't long before the other three other women in the place left. That left only me and my mysterious man. As I bent over to load my clothes into the drier I felt someone approach me from behind. I let out a yelp surprised by the pressure from behind. I turned my head and saw the sexy light haired man give me a seductive smile. For a moment I thought of pulling away, but something deep inside kept me right where I was. In fact, I couldn't believe myself when I pushed myself against his hard body. 

He gently bent me over so that I was leaning on my wet clothes inside the drier. As he slipped off my panties I could feel me pussy getting wet. I reached back to undo his zipper and pull out his cock. It was so long and hard I could barley keep from dripping on the floor. 

Not being able to contain myself I turned and got on my knees. Taking his cock into my mouth I could taste his delicious flavor. My tongue vigorously licked his longed shaft and sucked the juice from the tip. As much as I wanted to have him in my mouth my pussy was crying out for the cock. I flipped back around so that he could take in my luscious ass as he fucked me. He primed his cock with his hand as he finger fucked me with the other. My pussy swelled with anticipation. 

As he slowly slipped his cock into my slot I screamed out. I wasn't used to taking in his size but I wanted more. He pumped it in and out as my juices flowed onto his thighs. I reached back to cup his balls, all the while loving how he thrusted into me. My entire body was on fire. I started rubbing my clit making myself shiver all over. The feeling was too much and I screamed out as my body exploded. My pussy throbbed and vibrated with an uncontrollable sensation. 

I felt limp from the overwhelming experience but my mysterious man was not done. He startled me by removing his cock from my pussy and inserting it into my starfish. I cried out, I had never had that space invaded by a large cock. At first it hurt and I wanted to ask him to be stop. But the longer I waited the more it started to feel good. My body throbbed with delight as he slammed in and out of my secret hole. I couldn't get enough, dirty thoughts filled my mind. I imagined taking cocks left and right. I wanted everyone to invade my body.

My attention was snapped back into focus when his thrusts became more vigorous. He was pounding into me as I screamed with delight. Just when I thought it couldn't feel any better my body was lit on fire. As his love poured into me it felt as though lava was filling my love cave. He finished with a final burst, and let his cock linger for a moment. As he slipped out of me I could feel his cum leaking out of me. 

I slowly rose from my bent over position, trying to catch my breath from the moment. I was trying to think of what I should say to the guy who just fucked me. But, it turned out words were not necessary. He gave me a quick smile, zipped up his fly , grabbed his laundry and was gone. While I might have previously thought that was rude, now I couldn't help but smile. I will never again not look forward to cleaning my dirty laundry.



Dirty Laundry



Most people think that doing laundry as a chore, and it can be. Collecting, sorting color's and whites, wondering if you put the correct amount of powder in the machine, to add beach or not, and fighting with the washer when it eats your favorite pair of socks. Sure there's the good part when those smelly things come out smelling of fresh mountain breeze and there's nothing like warm cloths fresh from the drier. But most people have it figured out wrong. You see if you're a bit of a pervert like I am, wash days can be just as much fun as any other and some times more so.

Take the other day. My wife asked me to sort the wash as she was still in the shower, so, sure I was happy to do it. Now, admittedly dirty laundry is dirty laundry and not very exiting, until you get to the underwear, now that's different. My wife quite often wears knickers in bed, and it's very sexy. Try having sex with them on. It adds a different pleasure to the whole thing, a sense of naughtiness, like your just having a quickie at lunch. There is nothing like a pair of knickers that have the smell of sex in them. I don't know if it works the same for girls but for me it's a bit of a turn on, and on that particular morning it was no different. I'd sorted the various shirts, T's, skirts and smelly sock in a few moments. It was my wife's pants I was having a problem with. I love the smell of my wife, especially her sex and we regularly have oral sex, well every night to be frank, but who's counting. So being more than casual with her underwear is to be expected. 

I'd held each pair to my face and savor the perfume of well sexed pussy before dropping each one into the wash. What a waste. I could just buy her new ones to soil and I could keep the old ones. Of course there are some additional bonuses to being that intimate with sexed up undergarments and that was the huge boner I got. Now to waste that would be a crime; she was probable waiting for me in the shower. Another of our almost daily rituals. We wash each other and then fuck. Did I say we're as bad as rabbits? So we enjoy sex and are always sneaking away for quick ones. 

In went the last pair; oh well plenty more where that came from. I set the machine and turn around to see my wife standing several feet away, wrapped in a bath, hair still dripping wet. Oh crap I was so busted. 

"I waited so long I thought you forgot about me." She said a little upset.

"How could I Babe, look at my cock, does that look like I forgot you?"

"No. It looks like you want to get into my knickers.... one at a time." 

"You were watching weren't you?" My cock was deflating rapidly. I was so fucked. She knew I had a pants fetish but not that badly. If she only knew I had a couple of her soiled ones in my suitcase and slept with them every night that we were apart. "How long?"

"About ten pants worth" "Crap, I'm in some serious shit aren't I honey" is said apologetically.

"Yep, you're fucked. I've been waiting for you to come and suck my pussy and I find you here with you face in my knickers; and I'm not in them." She said angrily. "Get over here now"

I did as she wanted; sheepishly standing in front of her wondering how I was going to get out of this.

"Drop your shorts and kneel down" 

I complied. My face level with her hips.

"Honey if you want to sniff my dirty underwear you can, but you better do the same to me." 

The towel dropped to the floor, facing me now the most beautiful pussy ever, still wet from her shower and definitely sexed up. How could I refuse? My cock was in total agreement.

"No touching. Put your face in pussy like you did with my pants. That's right, now lick me dirty boy." 

I've never seen my wife act this way, she is normally quite reserved about what she wants. This was a side I'd not seen. I liked it. She smelt of lavender and fresh water and sex. Catching me in the illicit act of perversion had affected her in the same way. I sniffed again. Yep, the fresh scent of an excited pussy. I stuck my tongue out and licked her pubes. This had and instant effect. Grabbing my head and holding it still she started to grind herself on my face. I licked her again, right on target. She was soaking wet. Her juices already flowing. She was more fired up than I'd thought. I tried to get my tongue into her hole for a deeper draft of sex but her grinding made it difficult.

"Lay on the floor babe so I can eat you" I mumbled between her thighs.

"No" she pushed my head away, "You lay on the floor bad boy"

I did as she commanded, resting on my elbows, cock erect waiting for her hot cunt to descent onto it. She stood over me, naked, water dripping from her hair holding her pussy open so I could see how wet her cut was.

"This is the real thing, not my pants. You can't get the same thing from them as you can from this. Now stick you tongue in it and make me cum. I'm going to cum on your face so you never forget it's my cunt you're smelling. And next time you're in my pants and I'm not there, you'll want me to be, so we can to do this again."

She dropped straight down thrusting her dripping hole into my mouth. With an order like that you just have to obey, and I did. I wish my tongue was longer. I love the taste of my wife's cunt and will spend hours servicing it, and she has never refused my attentions. Being a little reserved has never stopped her enjoying a good tongue fuck, but she had never thrust herself onto me like this. Fuck if she touches my dick now I'd jizz all over her back.

My head held tight between her thighs it was all I could do to keep my tongue in her hole. I wasn't giving her a fuck, she was fucking me. Gyrating against the pressure of my tongue and nose. God she tasted so fucking good. Finally I caught her clit between my teeth. Normally this is too much for her as the sensation is overwhelming, but this time she held still. I flicked it furiously with my tongue and she let out a loud cry. I worked on her without mercy. Two can play at that I thought. You'll cum babe and I'll be ready for it.

Her thrusting was lessened now I had a good grip on her clit and she was moaning uncontrollably. I hastened my assault on her hole. With out warning I grabbed her ass and slipped my left thumb as far into her pussy as possible. This had the effect I was hoping for. Soaking my thumb in cum and making her relax her grip on my head just enough to do the next thing I planned. I finger fuck her for a few minutes bringer her closer to her spend, then, slowly pulled my hand away. As I expected she was disappointed. Not for long. While I'd been working her with my thumb I had contrived to make her ass as wet as possible. Now that it was nice and lubed she was ready. While flicking on he clit I thrust my thumb into her ass and pushed down on her "G" spot from behind. The results where instant and surprising. The initial shock was wiped away by an explosion of orgasm, cum and moaning. Her cum squirted from her cunt onto my face, into my mouth. Again she ejaculated into my mouth. I was taken quite by surprised and half choked on the first mouthful and wasn't ready for the second. The third I was and caught it squarely in the back of my throat. It tasted different from her normal cum, sweater, more fluid like, almost like she'd pissed her self, but this wasn't piss it was definitely cum, and lots of it. She spurted again onto my face and chest. 

She grabbed my wrist forcing my thumb out of her ass, as I looked up from between her legs I realized that it wasn't because she didn't like it, but to support herself. She was shaking uncontrollably. Another spurt issued from her hitting me in the throat. She slumped forward and it was all I could do to catch her before she hit the floor. 

"So much cum for such a small person. Maybe I should sniff your pants more often Babe." I wisped in her ear. 

"Sure, just not twice in one day Ok" 

We lay there, her orgasm still causing after shocks. Finally I eased out of our embrace and picked her up and carried her back to bed. As I pulled the covers over her cum covered body she looked up at me with sleepy eyes and said, "If this is what happens when you sniff them Babe, don't let me catch you cuming in my knickers, Ok"

"I'll try, but I can't promise. You know I'm a pervert for your pussy and knickers. Now rest while I go take a shower; in water this time."

So who says doing laundry is boring?



Dirty Laundry



Once again, having had put off doing her laundry until the very last minute - which was Sunday evening in this case, Laura found herself loading a plastic blue basket full of her clothing. The only items of dress which were still clean were old and comfortable, and felt good against skin: old shorts, much too small for her now, and a very thin pink top, with thin straps on her smooth brown shoulders, and thin fabric below which didn't quite cover her navel. Gathering the last of her dirty clothes, which included all of her bras, panties, work clothes and outfits which she wore socially - on the rare occasion when she went out - socks, casual slacks, and so on, she looked for her detergent. 

Making rent meant to economize, which also meant that every piece of clothing that she owned, save some shorts and a skimpy top, were all washed at the same time. She hoarded quarters for such occasions, especially after her last roommate moved out, and she swore that no matter what, she would never have another. No chance of betrayal, of being wounded by someone who was supposed to have been her friend.

Her last boyfriend, Bill, was sleeping with Laura's roommate behind her back. Laura had not suspected a thing, which had made it even worse when she came home one day to find them almost in mid-coitus near the living room couch, Bill's small but adequate cock swollen and red, and wet with Amanda's slippery discharge. They both stammered for an explanation, but it was obvious that there was none to be had. They were both completely naked and had obviously been fucking each other. Though by the time Laura had keyed and opened the front door after unexpectedly getting off of work two hours early, Bill and Amanda had found time to at least disengage and were in the act of standing up. She screamed for both of them to get out, trying not to look at Amanda's body, full large breasts and nipples perfectly placed an inch or so below the middle, slender hips and flat stomach, long legs and white milky skin. Laura had never seen Amanda naked before that moment, but it was something that she had never forgotten.

After that, and after Amanda had come back to remove the last of her personal possessions, Laura often allowed herself to fantasize about it even though it was a painful memory. It turned her on, and she didn't know exactly why - to examine it was painful - but sometimes at night, and even some mornings, she would find herself remembering that last vision of Bill and Amanda. 

Laura would find herself teasing her clitoris and then furiously masturbating and bringing herself to a sweet and thorough climax. In most of these fantasies, she would find herself interrupting Bill and Amanda as had actually happened, but instead of feeling hurt and betrayed she found herself naked and with them, watching Bill's hard cock slide in and out of Amanda's dripping wet pussy. Amanda would have her head back and her mouth open, moaning incoherently while Bill sucked on one of Amanda's hard nipples. Laura would be licking and teasing the other one while gently cupping Bill's tight ball-sack, feeling his body tighten and knowing that he was going to come in less than a few more deep thrusts inside of Amanda. 

And Amanda then came, and grabbed Laura's waist and urged Laura to bring her now soaking wet cunt above Amanda's waiting mouth, where Amanda skillfully and eagerly began to bring Laura to climax. Moving her tongue across Laura's engorged clit, Amanda would tease it, and then lick it harder until Laura couldn't stop herself from coming.

The fantasy sometimes changed, but it was always the three of them. She always found it silly afterward, because she knew that she would likely never see either of them again, and she had no desire to. The mere thought of ever seeing Bill again made her ill, and she was even more disappointed in Amanda, who had been a friend for over five years. It was just a fantasy, after all.

Even as recently as last night, more than eight months after it happened, Laura had found herself completely turned on by it again and had almost brought herself to orgasm before a noise had startled her from somewhere outside. It was the new neighbor, a handsome but strange boy who was rattling something quite loudly out on his balcony above her bedroom - Laura heard him curse whatever it was that made a loud noise. He then went back in through his sliding-glass door, whatever his name was, and the mood was then broken so she dozed off to the sound of her radio.

 * * *

Laura had gathered her laundry, and found some detergent underneath the bathroom sink. She then stood, facing the mirror, and took in her appearance for no reason in particular. The thin top with small shoulder straps accentuated her small and firm breasts, her large red nipples easily seen through the fabric. Her waist, thin and slightly angled above the top of her shorts blended forward into a flat and smooth stomach. 

She liked her own body. 

Her long hair was pinned up, revealing completely her smooth and clear complexion, from years of abstaining from piling on too much makeup. As she turned to leave the bathroom, she looked back into the mirror to observe her ass. It was still, as it had always been in her opinion, her most sexy feature, although the few men that she had ever slept with had all told her the same thing: It was the entire package. Her breasts, although small, sported magnificent large red nipples with areolas that puffed out pleadingly, as if longing to be sucked. Her ass was perfectly proportioned to her body, and had enjoyed being grabbed while she was on top. Her shoulders, smooth and perfect, as was the rest of her body. 

So they said. 

Especially Bill; Laura had counted Bill's opinion until she caught him with Amanda. She became disgusted with herself for allowing his memory to creep back into her mind, and indignantly stormed out into the living room, detergent in hand, grabbed the big plastic blue basket, and headed out toward the apartment laundry room.

Even though it was dark out, it was quite hot and sticky, and Laura's initial embarrassment about her skimpy attire quickly vanished. The two cute men who lived on the other side of the apartment complex - one married and the other living with his girlfriend - were never around, and the only other guy who would even be within eyeshot of her was the weird new guy who lived upstairs. She had only seen him from a distance, and that was rare - usually with another guy either entering or leaving, and usually either in the afternoon or in the morning, and she had never met him anyway. 

Besides, the laundry room was only twenty feet from her front door.

When Laura entered, she wasn't paying much attention so that she was startled to see a guy, perhaps twenty, a paperback in one hand and a beer in the other, sitting atop one of the machines. On the floor lay a huge pile of dirty laundry, and every one of the four machines appeared to be in use. He was dressed in jeans with no shirt and no shoes or socks. His long brownish hair was combed back recklessly with a day's worth of stubble on his face, and in spite of that rouge appearance his boyish shyness caused Laura to have a moment of indecision. She admired his body, just enough hair on his stomach and chest, but not too much. He wasn't muscular, but was fit, his muscles toned, and his skin slightly brown. Sensing that someone was present, he quickly looked up from behind his book and his blue-green eyes met Laura's dark brown eyes.

"Um," he stammered.

"Er," Laura recovered, "You're using all of them."

"No, I mean, here, let me give you half."

He jumped down frantically and instantly shut off two of the machines.

Laura turned to leave and said, "No, that's fine I can come back later..."

"Please, I didn't mean to hog them all, here - take these two and accept my apology," he interrupted.

His voice was pleasant and confident outside of his shy demeanor, and Laura stopped and turned to watch him taking out his wet clothing, flopping the soaked and soapy mess on top of one of the two counters next to the dryers. He almost looked as good from the back as he did from the front, his tight jeans revealing a small tight ass, his back was tight and somewhat muscular, with broad shoulders and the slightest bit of tone in his triceps. He was working furiously, and had both washing machines emptied in seconds.

"Please, I'm sorry," he insisted.

"These two are yours. I've never seen anyone in here on a Sunday night before, I just assumed..."

"I usually wash earlier in the day. Besides, how would you know who washes here? You've only lived here for a couple of months," Laura said, interrupting his excuse.

Laura instantly regretted the way that her last words came out. As he faced her, his wet stomach and chest reflected the light from the dim bulb above, and his jeans were damp and soapy from his own half-washed laundry. She noticed his cock through his jeans, was he aroused? If he wasn't, he was hung very well, much better than Bill had been - Bill's cock wasn't even as big as the bulge in this guy's pants when Bill was completely erect.

"I..." Laura started and stopped in another moment of indecision.

"Please, I feel foolish," he said with a slight grin. 

"Take these two machines, and my apology."

"Um, yeah, sorry, thanks," Laura said, grinning in return yet not looking directly at him, something softening slightly in her demeanor. 

She put her basket and her soap on the remaining empty counter and instinctively inspected the inside of one of the available machines.

"I'm Tom," he said, and extended his hand.

"Oh. Um, Laura," she said, shaking his hand which was still slightly wet. 

She quickly let go and he dried his hands on his pants and shyly apologized again. He laughed nervously and then grinned sheepishly. She thought him to be weird, but oddly charming and certainly handsome. And sexy. Tom sat back on top of one of the machines and picked his book back up, took a swig of beer, and she loaded the two machines which were now hers.

 * * *

She sat on her counter, her portable CD player spinning as she read a magazine left there by someone who evidently had no use for it. Occasionally, she looked up to watch Tom, who was intense behind his book. The book, which was one of many things about Tom that drove Laura crazy with curiosity, was entitled, 'Three Male Erogenous Zones', and subtitled, 'How to give your partner multiple orgasms'. 

Was Tom gay? He certainly didn't sound that way, at least, as if he was in the least bit effeminate in any way. Although, she was almost convinced that he might indeed be homosexual even without the book to make her wonder about it. She was so scantily dressed, that under any other circumstances she would have found something - even a coat, which would look ridiculous in this heat and humidity which was amplified by Tom's first load in the dryer - to put on to cover herself with rather than feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.

Not only didn't she feel that way - uncomfortable and vulnerable - but Tom had hardly even looked at her after relinquishing the two machines. In fact, the only time that she caught him looking at her was when she started loading the second machine, but he quickly turned away as if distracted by the noise, so she thought nothing of it. Her shorts were in fact so short that the bottoms of the cheeks of her magnificent ass hung outside of the bottoms of the white trim, and even when she turned around and tried to catch him looking, he seemed uninterested. After twenty minutes or so, it became a game to her, and when he wouldn't play her game, she began to become more and more curious. She finally got up off of her counter, popped the CD out of her player, and as Tom looked up at the noise, she told him that she would be back. He promised to, "hold down the fort".

Whatever that meant.

 * * *

Laura returned a couple of minutes later, with a fresh CD and a large plastic bucket, which was filled with ice. She walked up to Tom's counter as Tom smiled pleasantly and cordially at her, and she picked up Tom's remaining beers and buried them into the ice inside of the bucket.

"Oh, hey! Thanks! That was very kind of you!" he gushed, smiling.

"No, thank you for giving up your machines," responded Laura, almost bashfully, not looking Tom in the eye but instead unloading her first wash and putting it in the dryer.

"Well, thank you very much," Tom said while finally putting the book down. He readjusted his position on his counter.

Laura tried to be casual about her next question.

"Interesting book?" she asked, still not making eye contact while continuing to load more clothes into the washing machine.

"Oh, this?" he asked, and again grabbed the book, keeping his place with his thumb while holding it up for her examination.

Laura looked up and at the book cover that Tom was holding for her to see. She had memorized it already, but played along as if she was seeing it for the first time. Laura slowly read the title, as if it were the first time that she had read it.

"It's quite fascinating, actually. A few things that I had suspected, but never actually explored before," Tom explained, very matter-of-factly.

"Are you going to recommend it to your girlfriend?" Laura said, obviously prying.

Tom laughed. Openly, it was the first time that he had laughed in front of Laura, it was if he had lost all composure. His long hair bounced as he straightened up to engage her in the conversation, he sat in a sort of lotus position on the counter now and put the book back down.

"No girlfriend, I'm afraid," said Tom, grinning as he lowered his head, his hair falling down with gravity's irresistible charm. Laura turned to face him in the seconds of silence that followed.

"Ah, then your boyfriend?" teased Laura.

"Something like that," answered Tom, obviously uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I... um... I didn't mean to pry," Laura interjected, sensing that Tom had nervously withdrawn.

Tom slowly lifted his head, his expression serene and thoughtful as his eyes focused on some point not in the room, but in his own mind and memories, as if to wish to go back to some other point in time and space to use as a starting point. He then looked at her - or rather, almost through her - and smiled somewhat forcefully, as in resignation.

"I love women very much," he said. 

"I find them completely attractive and sexy and..." he then gestured with his hand toward Laura, as she was an example. 

For the first time, Laura felt threatened, sexually, or at least that perhaps Tom was the one now prying. Tom looked at her body, and she now withdrew completely, quite embarrassed and uncomfortable, her hands drawn up to her shoulders and her legs slightly crossed. Tom instantly saw this, and changed expression.

"No! No, don't worry, I'm... Um... I don't mean... Aw, shit, see what I mean?" Tom stammered.

He hung his head again, shaking it slowly and bringing his hands up to cover his face, half-laughing or perhaps half crying, Laura couldn't tell. Then, with his right hand, he moved his long hair back out of his face and drew a deep breath. He looked at her again, in the eyes.

"I'm not gay, but I do have a male lover. There, I've said it! I've known him for a few years, his name is Tony. We were just good friends, until the last relationship I was in. He was just there, and..." Tom's voice trailed off into nothing.

Tom looked up at the ceiling, or perhaps at nothing. He sighed. Laura, now quite lost in the thought of this weird, sexy, and seemingly sensitive boy who she had somehow managed to humiliate through simply being curious, could think of nothing to say. She dropped her arms, uncrossed her legs, and watched him intently, thinking of something - anything - to say to make him understand that whatever was torturing him would be okay. Laura didn't understand it completely, and her mind was being selfish at the moment and she was imagining a boy named Tony unbuttoning Tom's jeans and taking out Tom's massive cock, massaging it with knowing hands, getting Tom hard and then bending down and taking Tom in his mouth. It sent a shiver throughout her body and it turned her on, and she felt guilty about it because Tom was staring at a point in space trying to reconcile whatever history had brought him to this point.

Laura jumped off of her counter and walked over to Tom, put her hands on his knees, feeling the still wet jeans on her fingers.

"Tom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so nosey. Please forgive me."

Tom looked down into her eyes, and they stared into oblivion for a moment. Laura was sincere, even though when she looked at his lips she couldn't help but wonder if he had ever sucked Tony's cock - whoever Tony was. Tom's eyes were soft and deep, and he was shaking slightly. He smiled. He raised his right hand and gently caressed the side of Laura's face, softly moving his thumb against her cheek. Laura's right hand, fingers spread, sensed a slight movement, a tightening of its environment, and it was - she only imagined, she wouldn't dare look - Tom's cock, reacting to the intimate moment between them. After a few more seconds, Laura was getting too turned on to remain in that spot, and withdrew, a smile on her face.

She was trembling, and didn't want Tom to know.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," she said. "You need anything?"

"No thanks," Tom said, "I think I'm okay, thanks to you." 

Laura looked back as she left, and noticed that Tom was hard inside of those still wet jeans of his, and it turned her on so much that she kept her back to him, even though it was awkward to do so. She knew that she was wet with desire, and she suspected that Tom would notice it if she turned around, and she didn't know whether or not that she wanted Tom to know that or not. At least, not yet. 

 * * *

When Laura came back, there was another man there, leaning against Tom much in the same way that she had done while apologizing to him for prying. He was a full six inches taller than Tom, and less muscular, and with a much prettier face. He was very well dressed; black shoes - she guessed Italian made - dress slacks, a button-down shirt and a thin tie. His hair was short and thin and perfect. When they noticed Laura, they turned to greet her.

"Ah, Laura, this is Tony. Tony, Laura," Tom announced.

Tony turned, taking one hand away from Tom's thigh, and looked Laura up and down with a smugness that would have made Laura nervous, except that Laura was already nervous even before Tony had somehow unexpectedly arrived. Laura was nervous and extremely turned on.

Tony extended his slender hand. 

"Charmed," he said, in a most effeminate voice.

Laura shyly extended her hand, which Tony quickly whipped up and gently kissed the back of. It made Laura shiver.

"Oh my," Tony chirped sarcastically, "but she is a cute petfish, isn't she?"

"Tony, stop it!" laughed Tom.

Laura, not sure what a petfish was, looked at Tom with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, forgive my friend Tony. He's a bit jealous of girls," Tom said.

"Oh, pu-lease! We have so much in common. How could I ever be jealous!?" teased Tony.

Laura relaxed. Tom, so masculine, yet sensitive and Tony, so flamboyant and dramatic. She learned that a petfish was a term that gay men used for women who hung out with them. It wasn't meant to be derogatory, but explicative and fun. Maybe a way of acceptance, maybe a form of bringing her into their circle of sexual preference, maybe a way to bring everybody down into one common denominator. She drank the only two wine coolers in her ice-box, while Tom finished his beers and Tony drank a diet soda that he brought with him. 

They did laundry. 




Dirty Laundry



Tom and Tony were rarely not touching each other, and at many moments in the next hour and a half, Tony was blatantly feeling up Tom in his jeans; all of this, while chatting and laughing, as if it were so natural. Laura, for most of that time, was in a constant state of arousal, watching Tom's huge cock through his jeans react to Tony's hands, knowing that at some point that evening, they would be having sex.

The last of the content in the coolers; the beer, and even the diet soda was gone. Clothes were done and dry.

"Laura," Tony said, "you should come up to Tom's place and help him fold his clothes."

And then, before Laura could possibly answer that question, Tony teased, "Oh, never mind, he has MEEEE!"

Tom laughed, and so did Laura, but Tom finally said, "Seriously, Laura, I'd love for you to come up and share a bottle of wine I've been saving back."

Laura, shy and already a bit buzzed, said, "Now Tom, I know that you two wish to be alone. Really, I should just iron my blouses and go to bed."

It was Tony who finally said, "No, Laura, I insist. Tom really likes you and so do I and we shall be forever insulted if you don't at least come up and try just one glass of wine with us. Pu-leeease?!"

And with that, Tony mockingly got down on one knee and pleaded with Laura to come upstairs, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Dramatic son-of-a-bitch, she thought. She finally relented, but it really didn't take that much coaxing.

 * * *

Inside of Tom's sparsely furnished apartment, the music was turned on to a mellow hush and they were sharing some good Zinfandel, and Laura was loose. So was Tom. And Tony, who didn't need any loosening at all had already lost his tie and his expensive satin shirt unbuttoned to his navel. Tom, still in the same jeans, was on the sofa with Tony's head on his shoulders and Laura in a chair facing them. Tony suddenly stood up.

"Tom, your jeans are still wet, let's get you out of them."

Tom didn't argue, and even though part of Laura wanted to get up and go, the other part stayed for the moment. She was more than curious, and beyond turned on at the thought of watching two men that wanted each other. Tony started to unbutton Tom's denim, and then abruptly turned to Laura and grinned.

"Well, petfish, are you going to help or what? Good GAWD, give a girl a glass of wine, and they're totally useless!" Tony teased.

Laura, after a second of indecision, got up and went over to Tom's feet. Tony, who had already unbuttoned Tom's jeans, was tugging them down off of Tom's hips, and Laura pulled from the ankles. Laura watched as Tom's cock, half hard and yet bigger than any she had ever seen close up, sprung from his fly as her and Tony pulled Tom's jeans completely off. Tony kissed Tom's cock, which jumped slightly at the invitation, and then Tony stood and began undressing as Laura watched, her hands on Tom's right thigh. Tom was getting harder by the second, and Laura was caught between watching Tom's enormous cock become completely erect and Tony undressing himself. 

Tom watched mostly Tony, but looked at Laura every now and then, as if to seek approval.

Finally, the two men were naked and Tony lowered his head and took Tom's cock into his mouth, slowly and deliberately inch by inch until it was obvious that Tony had the head of Tom's cock in the back of his throat. Then out again, slowly, revealing the now throbbing object of Tony's desire. Once Tom's cock was completely out of Tony's mouth, Tony grabbed it and gently stroked it.

"Petfish, you might as well get naked, you already soaked your little shorts," Tony said sarcastically.

Laura looked down that instant, and saw that her wet pussy had revealed exactly how much that she was turned on. She stood, dropped her shorts and took off her top, at which point she heard Tom moan. He had watched her. His hard cock, in Tony's expert grip, was huge. She shivered again, and got down on her knees just as Tony once again took Tom's massive cock into his mouth. She knelt down and started kissing Tom's thigh while her hand had found Tom's balls, already tight with anticipation and desire. She looked over at Tony's crotch to see his cock, smaller that Tom's, was fully erect, and moved her head over to tease the head of his cock. Tony moaned, and she took his erection as deeply into her mouth as she could until she almost gagged. Tony moved his hips back to accommodate her. She went down even more, and this time she relaxed her throat and drove her lips down to the base of his shaft. 

Tony shuddered.

Tom's hand grabbed Laura's left leg to gently persuade her to hoist herself over him, and she did that with ease, and Tom began licking her thigh, and then her pussy. His tongue, darting across her clit, and then her asshole, and then her clit again, brought her close to climax three times while she had Tony's cock in her mouth, but Laura was determined to watch Tony make Tom come before she did. Her eyes seldom strayed from Tony's mouth and Tom's cock, even in the moments that she had to fight having an orgasm. She finally stopped sucking Tony and concentrated on that. She started helping Tony with Tom's cock. Laura and Tony, simultaneously and alternately were sucking Tom's huge erect cock, feeling it throb in their mouths, wanting so bad to make Tom come.

Not more than two minutes later, Tom started to buck. Tom was going to come, and it was going to be huge. At that moment when it was obvious that an enormous amount of orgasmic juice was going to be pumped out of Tom, and both Laura and Tony knew it because Tom's balls were so detracted they were not even visible anymore, Tony took over. Laura watched the base of Tom's huge cock convulse, knowing that Tony was drinking down an enormous amount of cum, and she was rubbing her cunt against Tom's thigh without even realizing it.

Briefly, they stopped.

"Hey, petfish, wanna help me out?" Tony asked, producing a long red rubber dildo from a handbag that Laura hadn't before noticed.

Laura, at first, had no idea what Tony was up to. Then, Tony licked the tip of it, rolled over and inserted it into his own asshole. He then took her hand and placed it on the dildo, and Tom, who was watching up to this point, went down on Tony's erect cock. The dildo vibrated slightly, and Tony's hand guided Laura's hand and the dildo deeper into him, and then angled it to a point where Tony was obviously and sweetly into a place where his cock, smaller than Tom's but totally erect, was quivering with the ultimate erotic experience for himself. Tom, who had appeared spent, was getting hard again, and Laura wanted to come so bad she was humping air.

Tom lowered Laura's hips near his cock and put it inside of her, while he continued to suck Tony, who was close to coming. Laura could barely move the dildo now, as Tony had it right where he wanted it, and she and Tom, who had sucked Tony so well that he was coming now, made Laura have one orgasm and then another, and she was working on a third when Tony came all over himself. Tom was also about to come and had dropped Tony's hard throbbing cock out of his mouth so they could watch it spurt all over Tony. Laura could feel that her and Tom were going to come at the same time, and she shrieked, feeling his throbbing cock shooting the same thing that they had both just watch Tony shoot.

They collapsed in a heap of flesh. Laughing. And smiling.

 * * *

Laura brought all of them a cup of tea, since Tom didn't have any coffee in his apartment. They were all still deliciously naked, and deliriously happy, and quite thirsty.

"Hey, petfish, you're pretty awesome!" Tony exclaimed, with a bit less sarcasm that before.

"Thanks, you aren't so bad yourself," she sighed, sipping her tea.

"Are you into other girls?" Tom asked.

"Um, maybe, I've never tried it," she answered.

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing. There's this girl you might want to meet," Tony replied for Tom.

"Oh? What's her name?" asked Laura, politely.

"Amanda," they both replied at about the same time.

 * * *

Lucy was a good companion, even if her friendship was somewhat of a forced issue with Laura. After an hour of shopping, which had brought disappointing results for Laura and limited success for Lucy, they sat in a small and pleasant coffee shop and shared some mediocre tasting cheesecake and some iced tea. The early afternoon light came willingly through the large windows of the restaurant to highlight the plainness of the fixtures and fittings, which could have been the same fixtures and fittings from any other coffee shop. Laura and Lucy could have been any other plainly attractive women in any other coffee shop, except that this particular coffee shop housed this particular pair of plainly attractive women who were talking about what it was like to have sex with two men at the same time.

Lucy had not, but Laura had, and Lucy was trying to pry out details from the experience that Laura recently had with her neighbor Tom and his boyfriend Tony. Laura had only seen Tom one time in the six weeks since their encounter with Tony, and that was only for a few minutes as they passed each other at the apartment complex, Laura entering and Tom leaving. Tom had to catch a flight to New York, his job demanding sporadic travel, which at times could keep him out of town for weeks on end. Tom was shy during their chance meeting at the base of the stairway, and Laura was gushing and thought herself afterward to have been too flirtatious. She had refused Amanda's new phone number from either of them that night after their threesome was finished, immediately deciding that any threesome that she would ever try again would have to be with two men. Laura wasn't so much upset with Amanda any more for sleeping with her now ex-boyfriend, as she was focused on the possibility of someday repeating what Tom, Tony and herself had just shared.

"Oh God, I can't imagine watching one man suck another man!" Lucy squealed, much too loudly for Laura's comfort in a public place. 

"Oh! And did he swallow?" she loudly giggled, prying further.

 * * *

Laura was embarrassed that she had even told Lucy anything about it in the first place. Lucy had absolutely no control over herself sometimes, except that on the occasions where they went out together to a night club or a show, and there were men involved, and then Lucy would show poise and manners and flirt gracefully, and she could take any man home that she wanted to. Lucy did sleep with a lot of men, too, while Laura was much more picky and rarely would even consider it, and hadn't at all since with Tom and Tony. The strain on Laura and Lucy's friendship then was threefold: Lucy was loud and a bit overly gregarious as opposed to Laura's reserve and desire for intimacy.

Laura felt awkward in social situations, and Lucy was at her best in such an environment. Where sexual encounters were involved, Lucy became calculating and shallowly stalked her prey like a determined crack whore in need of a fix, where Laura wouldn't allow herself to be proactive in such situations. Laura would rather protract any possible sexual encounter - and often stopped them short and preferred to masturbate when she was alone and could maneuver the course of her arousal to suit her own particular tastes and achieve and orgasm exactly when she wanted to. Only very occasionally, and only at times that she was simply too turned on to stop herself, would Laura ever let herself completely go in a sexual encounter.

In fact, Laura could still count the number of men that she had slept with on one hand, if she decided to count Tom and Tony as one man. She did this, because she decided that any encounter with Tom by himself would have been completely different. In the last six weeks she had masturbated so frequently about Tom and Tony that she questioned whether or not that encounter had left her obsessed with having two men at the same time. Remembering Tom in his wet jeans becoming erect as he sat on the washing machine never failed to make her wet, in the moments when she was alone and it was convenient to think about it. Remembering her hand on Tom's thighs and her thumb feeling that tightness begin when his huge cock started to get hard in his pants, and then turning back to see his enormous erection outlined in the denim made her feel her own wetness dribble down to her thigh sometimes. And she couldn't help herself, once she felt the tingling of her aroused state, to move her hand down to her pussy and find her swelling clit ever so slightly with her index finger. 

But every time this happened she couldn't help but to then remember when Tony was suddenly there in the dim light and his flamboyance in such contrast to Tom's shyness and Tom's huge throbbing cock in both her and Tony's mouth, sometimes at the same time. Their lips and mouth bringing Tom's body to the point of tightness, together, and then cupping Tom's balls and watching the base of his cock spasm and imagining the amount of juice that Tony drank it. And Tom's mouth and lips and tongue bringing her to climax and then climax again and even one more time. And this is what she thought of now whenever she masturbated.

Her friendship with Lucy was at least a good way not to think about that all of the time, but occasionally she couldn't help herself, and now she silently regretted letting it slip out. Lucy meant well, but had no self control in such situations. Laura wanted to like Lucy more, but her tolerance level in such situations, especially in public, was the main thing keeping her from embracing their friendship with any more enthusiasm than she had already tried to apply to it.

 * * *

Lucy was insatiable in her pleading requests for information.

"Lucy, this is not the time or the place. Cool it, okay?" Laura replied in a hushed tone.

"Ha! Yeah, whatever," Lucy laughed, not lowering her tone in the least.

"Geez, hun, relax!"

"Ok, ok. Look, I told you, I'm not very good with details. Some other time I'll tell you more if I think of some, but let's just go. I'll even pay the tab," Laura acquiesced.

Laura picked up the check and Lucy followed with her shopping bag. Laura and Lucy were the same height, but that is where the physical similarities ended. Lucy had naturally red hair that she kept at shoulder length with weekly visits to the salon. Her face was thin and at times even gaunt when accentuated with dark blush which she often wore just below the cheekbones. She was pretty in a completely different way than Laura, and sometimes wore a small ring in a piercing next to the brow of her right eye, and one in her right nostril opening on her nose. Her eyebrows, perfectly shaped and precisely balanced were in contrast to her eyelashes which were laden with heavily applied mascara and her dark lavender lipstick and black highlight around the outside of her thin lips. She often dressed outrageously, and when herself and the more conservative Laura were side by side, it made Laura sometimes liken them physically as a pair, to the personalities of Tom and Tony.

"Hey," Lucy said on the way out to her car, "Why don't you leave your car here and come over? We'll rent a movie or something!"

"I can't," Laura said in earnest. "I have to be at home in a half hour to make a phone call. It's a work thing."

Laura immediately felt bad. Lucy meant well, and they got along much better in private, and Laura shook her head in disgust of her own lack of compassion with her friend.

"Lucy, why don't you come over to my place? We can watch movies there. Spend the night if you want to," Laura said, suddenly pleased with herself.

"Okay!" Lucy enthusiastically said. "What time?"

"Um. Six? I don't know, what time is good for you?"

"Six-ish is good. Definitely before seven," Lucy replied with little thought.

"Okay, see you then."

Both headed off in different directions. 

 * * *

Laura made it home with fifteen minutes to spare, made her phone call, and then changed into some comfortable shorts and a favorite tube top. The radio was playing some good old-fashioned angry music, rock, and she poured herself a glass of wine and collapsed onto the couch. She hadn't even thought about what her and Lucy were going to do about dinner, perhaps pizza or Chinese, and that was what she was thinking about when there was a knock at the door.

Through the peephole, she saw Tom.

"Tom," She smiled, "Hi. Back from New York, eh?"

"Yesterday morning," he said, grinning shyly.

"Come in!" She offered, opening the door wider, and he slowly and consciously entered, looking around the room sheepishly.

"I'm glad to see you, I was worried if you were ever going to come back," Laura laughed, a little nervous at her own forwardness.

"Yeah, me too," Tom said, putting his hands behind his back.

He was dressed casually and not very neatly, his long hair again in a state of partially controlled messiness, and it was a sexy look that he obviously had no clue that he possessed. He wore a tight polo style shirt and tan casual slacks, which were loose enough to partially hide the largest cock that Laura had ever seen, and she caught herself thinking about it at that moment. Laura felt her nipples poking through the thick fabric of the tube top.

"Tom," Laura started, "I've been..."

"Laura," Tom interrupted, "I only have a minute, I was wondering if you were busy tonight."

Laura's mind was racing too quickly to immediately answer that question.

Tom continued, "I'm having a very small get-together tonight, and I was wondering if you can come. A few friends, and some steaks, and then some wine and whatever."

"Oh," Laura said, and thought immediately about Lucy. "Um, I kind of have someone coming over tonight."

Her voice was almost pleading, as if she regretted saying it.

"Oh," Tom said, thinking. "Well, bring him along!"

"Um, it's actually just a friend of mine. I mean, a girlfriend. Um, no I mean..."

Tom laughed and said, "Hey, bring her along, even better. It's just casual. I finally got my barbecue put together and I figure it would be a great time to break it in."

He smiled. He was irresistible to her when he smiled. Lucy, wasn't even part of the equation in Laura's mind when she accepted. Tom turned to leave, and then turned around again, and then she noticed that she hadn't been paying attention to his pants for the past minute or two, because he was obviously slightly aroused. This sent a slight chill up her spine.

"Oh, and what you are wearing is more than perfect," he said and grinned as if slightly embarrassed.

He walked out to the parking lot, got into his car, and left.

 * * *

Laura immediately called Lucy and informed her of the offer, who squealed as only Lucy can, teased Laura about it and of course said that she would come very casually and did not do so. She wore all of her piercings, excessive makeup, and an ensemble which included fish-net stockings, a short skirt, a top which opened to below the bust line, and an assortment of accessories that would have made a whore blush.

Laura expected it. Determined to dress for Tom, Laura had showered and then kept on precisely what she was wearing when Tom had invited her, adding only modest ear rings and the smallest amount of makeup. At eight o'clock, the time when Tom wanted the party to start, Laura could hear, even through Lucy's loud voice, that Tom was preparing the grill above them. Lucy had decided that they should be a half-hour late, just because, and so they finally walked upstairs to find the door open.

Tom greeted them first, and after an introduction to Lucy, who was quite well behaved by then, and Tom led them both in.

"Amanda?" Tom called into the kitchen.

Laura wasn't expecting this, and had hoped that she had somehow heard Tom wrong, when Amanda, did in fact appear from the kitchen somewhat demurely and cautiously from the kitchen area. Laura pouted ever so slightly. Tom had set her up for some reason, and she was instantly guarded and momentarily thought about leaving.




Dirty Laundry



"Lucy," Tom said, "Please meet Amanda. Amanda, Lucy."

They shook hands - even though Laura had told Lucy everything about their past and the demise of their once solid and trusting friendship done in by a cheating ex-boyfriend and ex-room mate, Lucy had some sort of a switch that she could turn on and off in social situations. Lucy, in fact, was preoccupied wondering where all of the men were.

"And," Tom motioned with hands referring to Laura and Amanda, "I think that you two already know each other."

Tom smiled warmly, and almost mockingly, which pissed Laura off even more.

"Hi," Laura said smartly to Amanda and quickly turned to Tom and grabbed his arm.

"Can I speak to you a minute?"

Taking Tom aside out onto the balcony, the warmth of the fire under the grill made Laura readjust her stance slightly. 

"What in the hell is this?!" She said at a level that she was sure was not overheard but strong enough for Tom to know her rage.

"Listen," he pleaded, "I'm sorry. Listen to what I have to say. Please. There are a couple of things that you don't know, and I thought about this for a month and a half, and trust me, please. Just trust me."

"Trust you?!" Laura shouted.

"Trust you, hell, I don't even know you!"

"Look, just listen to what she has to say. If you aren't happy with it, not satisfied with whatever it is she wants to tell you, then blame me for it, I just want to help," Tom pleaded.

"I do blame you, ass hole, you set me up!"

"No, Laura, I didn't. I like you, a lot as a matter of fact. I don't want to hurt you. I have to cook steaks. Please, just listen to her for two minutes. Please."

"Fuck you," Laura said, glaring into his eyes. They were soft, and gentle. It made Laura all that more determined.

Tom threw his hands up.

"Laura, if I would have told you that she was coming, you would have never shown up. And if you weren't going to be here, she probably wouldn't have come either. Please. She just wants two minutes."

Laura, lips drawn tight in anger, looked away. She had to. Tom was too much, too honest, too nice. He made her melt, sexually, in every way. She couldn't look into his eyes for more than a minute without feeling like candle wax under a flame. She had known that from about a minute after she met him one accidental day in the apartment laundry room that accidentally led to the best sexual experience of her life. Everything, accidentally.

The silence lasted long enough for Tom to plead again.

He caressed her arm with his hand and kissed her gently on the cheek. She shuddered, hoping he didn't know that he was breaking her. Laura didn't want that, and wouldn't have it. She couldn't talk.

"I have to go get the steaks, she only wants a minute or two," he said, releasing his hand from her, as if doing so reluctantly. He looked at her while walking back into the house, almost tripping over the threshold of the sliding glass door. It took all that she could take not to laugh, while starring away pretending to be indignant and still seeing him out of the corner of her eye.

As Tom regained his balance he turned and walked past Amanda and Lucy, gracefully interrupting them and grabbing Lucy's arm and having her accompany Tom into the kitchen. All that Laura could do was admire Tom's ass as he walked away, and seeing Amanda take her queue from Tom she began walking toward Laura out on the balcony. Laura once again became indignant as Amanda approached.

"I'm sorry Laura," Amanda said as Laura looked down and slightly away.

"I know I hurt you and I fucked up our friendship. I wouldn't blame you if you never talked to me again, but I had to tell you how I felt about a couple of things, and please hear me, and then hate me if you want to, I wouldn't blame you at all."

Laura stayed focused on the ground. Tom had softened her, but Amanda was a different story. She had become closer to Amanda than anyone she had ever met, and had been hurt because of her, worse than she had ever been hurt before. Amanda was like her soul mate. Laura shared all of her secrets with her, everything that she ever was and ever wanted to be. It had hurt, and Laura never adjusted fully to all of what had happened. She looked up at Amanda, daggers in her eyes, and said nothing.

Amanda continued, "He told me some things. He promised me things that involved you. I love you Laura, but there's more than that to it. You probably won't understand this, and I even still don't, but I have feelings for you that I don't know how to explain."

"What!?" Laura said. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

The moon, three-quarters full, reflected beautifully off of Amanda's body. She was wearing a light halter-top that covered her breasts tightly, and came down less than modestly to expose Amanda's navel. Her jeans covered her full hips tightly but not obviously, and their bodies were a striking contrast - in the opposite direction of Laura and Lucy - Laura's compact and lovely form against Amanda's womanly and even somewhat Amazon like body with her large breasts and her height. Laura momentarily allowed her mind to drift to the various times that she fantasized about Amanda and her ex, and then she caught herself and stopped. The heat of the grill was countering the slight breeze enough to snap Laura back into what was going on. 

Their conversation was also briefly interrupted by a man walking into Tom's front door. A silhouette of a tall man in a cowboy hat, and Tom was quickly there at the door and greeted him and whisked him into the kitchen. 

"Listen, Laura, I hate to tell you this, but I was never attracted to that ass hole that you used to be with. The only reason that I fucked him was because he promised me something if I did. He promised me that I could get closer to you," Amanda said.

"What? What kind of shit is that? You were my best friend! I confided in you! I..." Laura was interrupted.

"No, Laura, not like I wanted exactly. It was selfish of me. I wanted..." Amanda stopped, her voice cracking.

There was silence. A tear rolled down Amanda's cheek, and the moonlight reflected off of its tiny glassy roundness. The tear stayed momentarily on her blush, tensioned perhaps by the silence between them. It finally rolled down farther and dropped out of sight into the dark floor. Another rolled out, as if on queue, as if the runway was now clear. It only stayed momentarily and then fell before two more dropped in sequence from her eye and they then quickly collided together and their weight collectively forced them down and off of Amanda's flush and sent the mated pair of teardrops silently downward toward the abyss.

Amanda looked up finally at Laura, and somehow kept her lower lip from quivering momentarily.

"I want you, Laura, and I sacrificed our friendship for a chance to sleep with you, and I'm sorry..."

Amanda's eyes filled like empty reservoirs and then she blinked and broke the dams. She didn't bring her hands to her face to wipe her eyes, and Laura was again broken, and she melted, and she looked into Amanda and found her friend again somehow, at that moment, even if she didn't understand all of it. Once by the pure raw sexual desire for a man and again by the sweet caress of a friend who had made a mistake for reasons that Laura couldn't comprehend, Laura was broken in the same hour. Laura embraced Amanda, who was crying almost uncontrollably now. Laura's eyes filled with saltwater too. In their embrace, Laura's head was spinning. Fantasizing about Amanda's naked body for all of that time, even if there was another man involved, and now what was Amanda trying to tell her, and why did it turn her on a little bit - or maybe more than a little bit - and everything was weird but so much more than amazing than weird and she felt so good with her body pressed up against Amanda's. Sensual, different, and arousing, thinking about exploring something with this woman who she had imagined naked and turned on while masturbating so many times after Amanda had left.

"Explain it to me later," Laura said. "I have some things to tell you about too."

Laura then kissed Amanda. On the lips, fully, openly, and not cautiously at all. Their lips parted more openly, and Amanda allowed her tongue to gently and slowly enter Laura's mouth and Laura shivered. She was kissing a girl. And it felt good, better than any kiss she could remember, and her mind was racing to remember and she couldn't so she gave up on that and gave in to the kiss. Amanda's hot mouth gently and passionately locked with hers, perfectly. Laura pressed herself tighter against Amanda and the kiss was then deeper and hotter and she felt Amanda's hand slowly caressing the right cheek her ass. Laura tingled, and pressed herself against Amanda even tighter, when a gentle and familiar voice suddenly caused them to part their embrace.

"Um," Tom started, his voice completely cracking, "I think I should put the steaks on now."

They both turned and looked as he stood, embarrassed and somewhat exposed, steaks on a plate in one hand and tongs in the other, and a very large and obvious bulge in his pants that he could do nothing about. Amanda and Laura looked at each other, and smiled a horny smile together.

 * * *

Tony arrived just before the steaks were done, and introductions were made - the cowboy's name was Jake - and everyone was laughing at everyone else. There was tension, but it was thin, and the new company gave the tension a slack that allowed everyone to enjoy everyone else, for the most part. The wine was excellent, and Tom proved a worthy cook. After a couple of hours Jake and Lucy were inseparable (and equally in tune with the delicacies of their own type of romance) and they ran off together, to someplace else in the city, into the moonlit night.

Tom, Tony, Lucy and Laura sat in the living room, sharing wine and laughing at the evening. Laura and Amanda hadn't had a chance to talk all evening, and that made it even better for Laura because she knew that no matter what happened in Tom's apartment this night, that she would probably get a chance to be with Amanda later. That turned her on, remembering the kiss and wondering what would happen next. Tony was sitting next to Tom but practically in Tom's lap, and now starting openly and obviously touching Tom, teasing his thigh with one hand and dramatically illustrating a point in conversation with the other. Tom just sat and enjoyed it, it was obvious to Laura that Tom was aroused in his slacks, and Amanda and Laura sat in different chairs taking it all in.

"So, you two petfish are like long lost friends, eh?" Tony would tease every now and then, just to get a reaction, and they would all laugh. 

Laura was quite aroused now at the sight of Tom's obvious hardness, and it turned her on even more to noticed that Amanda was watching as well. She wondered if Amanda was as turned on as she was. Tony's effeminate voice and mannerisms made Laura feel completely at ease somehow, and she had let her mind wander back to six weeks ago. She hoped that something would happen, to the point that she wanted to suggest it, but she didn't dare. Amanda was quiet, and smiling, and Laura kept trying not to notice Tom's cock, which Tony would occasionally brush lightly with his hands while rubbing Tom's thigh. Laura also was trying not to stare at Amanda's breasts that now revealed her hard nipples through the fabric of her halter top.

Tom kept staring al Laura, and Laura was aware of it, and she knew that she was wet and she guessed that Tom might also know that. Tony was masterful, knowing exactly at what point to turn the conversation, he entertained with such skill, guiding the evening along to the exact point of no return. Tom was obviously almost fully erect, and Laura was practically sliding off of her chair, and she noticed Amanda squirming around quite frequently now.

And Amanda, to the surprise of everyone, finally broke the ice.

"Tom," she said, "I bet that your cock weighs more than any of the nice steaks that we ate tonight, so why don't you get a scale from somewhere and let's find out."

Everybody laughed, even Tom before be blushed behind his embarrassed grin, Amanda fiddling nervously with her hair afterward.

"Better yet," Tony said, "Let's get a ruler and measure that beautiful monster!"

And the laughter continued and Tom turned red and laughed too.

And Amanda leaned over to Laura and purposefully said loud enough for all to hear, "God I want to see that without those pants."

"Maybe together we can talk him out of his pants," Laura responded smiling.

They both got up and playfully walked over to Tom, and Tony stepped aside, mocking defeat, laughing. Amanda and Laura started undoing Tom's slacks, and Laura couldn't stop her right hand from gently feeling the enormous erection in that Tom had. He started breathing a bit faster now, smiling and closing his eyes, Tony watched, fascinated with it all.

"Hey, petswish," she teased, why don't you come over here and help us.

Tony laughed, and grabbed a pant leg.

 * * *

They quickly went to the bedroom because the sofa was too small. The clothes had quickly all come off in the living room and Amanda and Laura, hand in hand, gently pushed Tom and his massively erect cock into the bedroom, and Amanda pulled Tony behind her as he mocking acted like a reluctant participant, his cock also erect and sprung and moving as he walked like a rod on a bobble.

With Tom pushed onto the bed, Laura led Amanda to Toms swollen cock, and Laura licked the head while Amanda licked the base. Tom moaned, and grabbed Laura's waist and urged her gently to mount his face. Laura was tingling and her clit was swollen and she could feel her cunt pulsing with anticipation of Tom's tongue licking her pussy. While Laura mounted Tom, Tony took the head of Tom's cock, erect fully three inches above his own navel, and engulfed it into his mouth - slowly, and sweetly - until the base of his cock was barely visible. And then brought it out again, slowly, revealing his cock now covered with Tony's saliva. Amanda groaned, imagining how it must have felt.

"Amanda," Laura said, noticing it, "Come here, I want to taste you."

Amanda moved to present her naked body to Laura, who, while Tom's delicious tongue teased Laura's clit, began kissing Amanda's body. Laura began on her totally erect nipples, and her breasts swelled even more than their largeness normally was, and then she rapidly worked her way down until Amanda repositioned her body to allow Laura to go lower. Amanda was dripping wet. Laura tasted Amanda for the first time, Amanda's swollen clit was quite large, larger than Laura had imagined, and Laura licked it teasingly which sent a shudder up Amanda's spine.

"Baby, I come very easy," Amanda confessed as she threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Laura moaned and continued, and Tom had Laura on the brink of a huge climax. Laura watched Tony sucking Tom and Laura was on the threshold of a huge orgasm, and she licked Amanda harder and Amanda's hips shook.

"I'm coming," Amanda said, pressing her hips toward Laura's mouth, as Laura watched Tom's body tighten, and Tony masturbating furiously while Amanda was pressing her tongue now directly on Amanda's swollen clit. 

Amanda shrieked and squirted juice on Laura's face which was something that Laura hadn't expected, and it heightened her ecstasy knowing how big of an orgasm that she'd given Amanda, and she screamed because she couldn't help it and Tom's tongue was so perfect.

"I'm fucking coming!" 

And Laura came while watching Tony come, Tony was silently but obviously shooting all over Tom's tight ball sack Tom's thighs and Amanda started to help Tony now as Laura watched. Tom's body was taught and his eyes were closed and his breathing was so rapid that he couldn't even make a sound. Amanda shoved Tony's head out of the way and worked Tom's throbbing cock as deeply as Tony did and even faster, and Tom yelled.

Amanda threw her head out of the way and jerked Tom's convulsions rhythmically and they watched Tom come all over his chest and part of his stomach and even on his own face and in his own hair.

They were all panting. And Tony went and got some towels.

 * * *

Tony then stripped the comforter and the wetness off of the bed, and they rolled around there naked for a while, laughing and embracing, and teasing each other because it felt good to do that.

It always feels good to do that.