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Susan's laundry [mf]
It was a pleasant late summer day, warm enough for shorts, but
not too hot, and I was coming back to my apartment. When I entered the
stairwell, I ran into my neighbor, Susan, struggling with several
baskets of laundry. She was wearing green shorts and a white cotton
T-shirt, and I couldn't help but notice no bra; probably one reason
why she was doing laundry. She's about 5'6" with very short red hair
and a red head's pale complexion.
"Need some help with that ?" I asked, being neighborly.
She grinned, "Thanks, that'd be great."
I grabbed a basket and followed her up the stairs, watching
the sway of her ass through the shorts. I'd seen her jogging alot,
and it showed in her legs. They weren't overly muscular, but I could
see the tightening and loosening of her muscles beneath the smooth
skin.
We arrived on the third floor, she opened the door, and we
entered her apartment, setting down our loads with sighs of relief.
"Thanks alot, would you like a beer or something ?"
I nodded and sat down on the couch while she grabbed two beers
from the fridge. She sat down next to me, and we made small talk as
we drank. I was getting distracted though. She has large, full
breasts, and the T-shirt was obviously one of her older ones that she
wore for tasks such as the laundry; it was thin and a little tight,
and I could see her nipples as shadowy outlines. She had her legs
drawn up under her on the couch and was turned to face me, and as we
talked I found my eyes drawn downward.
I couldn't tell if she noticed my glances, but as we talked I
noticed her face and neck become slightly flushed. My penis, with a
mind of its own, began to stiffen in my shorts, and the more I tried
to ignore it, the more insistent it became. I found myself trying to
squirm into a more confortable position and to hide the developing
bulge.
Soon I noticed _her_ glance dropping, but not to my chest, to
my shorts. Her flush deepened a little, and I noticed her nipples
standing out against the material of her shirt.
There was a short silence, in which we both just kind of
looked at each other, then she smiled and set aside her beer, and ran
a finger up the inside of my thigh and up over my now rock-hard cock.
"It looks like you have a load you need help with now.", she
said, her eyes bright.
I just kind of grinned and leaned forward and kissed her. Her
lips parted beneath mine, and we explored each others mouths with our
tongues. I raised my hands, cupping her breasts, rolling the nipples
beneath my thumbs. Her hand remained on my crotch, stroking my penis
softly through my shorts.
I pushed my hands up under her shirt, and cupped her breasts
again, now with nothing between my hands and her skin, then I raised
her shirt up over her head, breaking the kiss. Her breasts fell
free, larger than I could cup a hand, but firm, and up higher than I'd
have expected for their size.
She pushed my shirt up and off, running her hands over my
chest, then stood and lowered her shorts. She had no underwear on,
and her bush was thick, the hair a shade darker than the rest of her
hair. I lifted my hips up off the couch , and took off my shorts and
underwear, my stiff member swinging free.
Susan sat back down, and we again embraced, but harder this
time. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and I ran my hands
over her soft legs and up to her mound. I stroked her outer lips, and
ran one finger up between them, feeling the increasing wetness. She
stroked my cock with one hand, running up and down the full length of
the shaft, occasionally down to cup my balls too.
She broke our kiss, and began working her lips down my throat
and chest, then my stomach. She glanced up at me, grinning, and
continued working her way down to my cock, the purple head straining.
I leaned back against the couch, watching as her pink tongue played
all around my stomach and upper thighs, her hand now just squeezing my
shaft, barely stroking at all. I ran my fingers through the soft,
short hair on her head, wanting to press it down over my throbbing
cock.
Finally, with a swirl of her tongue, she took me into her
mouth. She began a slow, up and down motion, stroking with one hand,
rubbing my balls in a circular motion with the other. She would
increase the pressure of her sucking as she came up, and loosen it a
litte coming down, so it felt like she was drawing the insides of my
balls up through the shaft.
She continued this slow, constant motion until I thought I
would scream. The pressure just kept on building and building.
Finally she began increasing the pace of her sucking, her hand began
stroking faster and faster, and soon her head was bobbing up and down
rapidly, little squeeks and smacking noises escaping her lips.
I felt my cum rising up throught the shaft, and gasped,
tightening my ass cheeks and pushing up into her mouth. She didn't
remove it though, just sucked in as much of my cock as she could, and
swirled her tongue around my head as I exploded into her mouth. Her
hands stroked the base of my cock and rubbed my balls, helping to
shoot all of it into her mouth.
Finally when the last of my spasms finished, she took her
mouth off, the slight glossy slickness of her lips the only evidence
that she had taken a full load of sticky-white cum.
I could tell she was hot, so I stood and pulled her up, took
her over to the nearby dining room table, and sat her on the edge. I
pulled up a chair, placed her heels on my shoulder, and went down on
her. I licked up between the thick lips of her vagina, into her wet
core. She leaned back on her hands on the table and watched as I gave
her clit a tongue lashing, her head dropping back and little gasps
coming from her.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and worked my tongue over it,
not hard, but with a constant, insistent pressure, I took the index
and middle finger of my right hand, and slid them into her cunt,
stroking in and out while rotating them around. Her cunt was very wet
by now, and it made slurping noises as I moved my fingers in and out.
She was bucking her hips up against my face, and I increased the rate
of my licking and finger fucking, and she gasped falling back on the
table, bringing her heels around the back of my head and pushing it
into her as she came.
My cock was now hard again, and I stood and pressed it up
against her wet hole, slowly slidding it in. Her orgasm was abating,
and she again leaned back on her elbows, watching as I slid in and
out.
I just did it at a medium speed at first, enjoying the liquid
friction of her cunt. She was grinning widely, watching my cock move
in and out, and she looked up at me, smiling wider, and I could tell
she was just enjoying the feeling of the fuck too.
Slowly I increased the depth of my thrusts, my hands around
her hips. I'd thrust twice, then the third time a little harder and
deeper, then two not as deep, then the third harder. Her eyes closed,
and her breathing began picking up, giving a little hitch with each of
the third thrusts. I picked up the speed again, now every other
thrust hard, and she lay back all the way on the table, her eyes
closed, her hands squeezing her nipples and breasts.
I held her hips and began pulling her to me as I fucked her,
feeling the pressure beginning to rise in my balls. Now each thrust
was hard and deep, and the speed fast. I wanted to bury my self deeper
and deeper in her, trying to fully immerse my straining cock-head
deep into the center of her. She was now almost panting, gasping in
time to my strokes, her legs wrapped around my hips, grinding against
me. I felt my cum exploding out of my balls, and arched my back,
driving as deep as I could into her, feeling like my rod would rid
apart, had to rip apart from the orgasm and pressure of the cum
roaring out of it, shooting deep inside her.
My climax ended, and I slumped a little forward, sliding my
softening penis out of her, the cum running out a little. She sat up
smiling and we kissed a bit, before cleaning up. I went back to my
apartment, satiated for now, but making a note to myself to be sure to
help out Susan whenever she did laundry again.
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