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Susan's Laundry (mf)
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Subject: STORY: 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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