The laundry room was small and cramped, but for them it had become heaven.
He closed the door carefully, as quiet as possible, and spun around on heel. They stood breathless for a moment, basking in their chance. In that moment they let lust decide their actions. In a flash she pressed against him, and for the first time they let their bodies do the talking.
With focused intent, their mouths connected, tongues dancing with desire, as hands massaged their way into sensitive areas.
He gripped her shoulders in his strong hands and he forced her back out of the kiss, lips refusing to part, to behold the flame of his passion. Her floral print house dress clung to her curves, pressed tight against her breasts and hips where his hands had found their home. Her long blonde hair settled around her shoulders, golden waves feathered back away from her flushed glowing face. Her nose was slender and beautifully angled, and with a turn of her delicate neck could either snap up into an effortless aristocratic tilt, or down with sharp blue eyes behind it pinning their target with a knowing gaze.
Staring down into her eyes, he could feel her heat. She stared back up at him, biting her lower lip, and breathing hard. After the rush of excitement that was their first embrace, he was in a daze. With a deep breath his head cleared. The sight of this woman, practically begging with blue eyes to be taken fully, roused his basic animal nature. He had always taken such secret joy from their cautious flirting. So delicate and gentle was their forbidden love, as it grew in the shadows of their familial reality. Now, in this moment, he felt the compelling urge to claim her physically, to claim her mind with romance, and her body with his seed.
“No, no, no, don’t stop,” her mind cried as he broke their embrace, knotted fingers holding her shoulders in firm control. She had never expressed to him what a thrill it was to be taken in his strong arms for a hug, how his casual physical greeting had revealed his power and flooded her thoughts with visions of submitting to him. Even during the last few years, as they began their cautious flirting and secret conversations, she had never revealed her wish to be submissive. She always felt ashamed for the ultimate fantasy of being dominated in mind and body.
His physical control of her short frame, as he held her back, was enough to send waves of heat rippling through her chest and pelvis. He was so very strong for such a thin man. Knotted muscles rippled in tight cords along his forearms, disappearing up into his baby blue polo shirt. He was what some might have called gangly, with long limbs, and knobby joints, but his chest stood out proud, straining slightly against his shirt, popping its crocodile emblem out as he inhaled. Many times she had been able to admire his tight physique while swimming in the family pool, with her body reacting to the sight long before her mind had ever thought of him in that way. Now, in his control, deep brown eyes piercing deep, her body sang out. With underwear tight against her sodden lips, and nipples standing out straight against silky fabric pulled tight by his long fingers, she throbbed with need.
They fell against each other, their desire unable to be denied any longer. Their mouths quickly closed the gap, but at the last instant his generous lips grazed past her own, along the right side of her face, landing softly against her neck, the force of their embrace in no way hampering the tenderness of his kiss. His hands flowed around her body, resting on her backside where he kneaded her cheeks, massaging deep and pulling them apart, teasing her in wicked new ways.
She felt a tension against her stomach, through their clothes. She realized suddenly that in this moment he was hers to touch and explore. Her vision swam, head growing light, as she brought her hands forward, and felt that thickness pulsed against his tight Dockers.
When her hands gripped his cock, his breath rushed out in a hot wave, just as his kisses connected with the bundle of nerves behind her right ear. They both moaned then, sharing their lust in a vocalized burst, cautiously low, the consequences of discovery by their families unconsciously limiting their audible exuberance. A wolfish smile split his face as she began to fumble with his pants, awkwardly attempting to free her prize. He regretfully stopped teasing her ass with his right hand, and reached forward in one smooth motion to unbutton his pants, pull the zip down, and free his cock from the confines of the tight white underwear.
Her mouth dropped open as it fell into her hand. This was by far the largest dick she had ever seen. The head was dull purple with a slight sheen, smooth, and menacingly large, flaring larger with each pump of her lover’s heart. Just past his knob, it tapered into thick veiny shaft, flaring back out again about halfway to the base, tight blue veins standing out with each throb. At its widest it was easily as big around as her fine wrist. Rather than be intimidated by its size, she saw it as a personal challenge. Her competitive spirit flared to life, as she set her resolve to accept his gift, one way or another. She drew her lips back together as she inspected him, forming them into a tight bow. She felt like a woman possessed as she gripped him in both hands, milking them down his length, tilting the shining head up toward her mouth. She really didn’t have to move her head far at all before his hot helmet was pressed against her pursed lips.
After freeing himself, he was amazed at her reaction. This calm quiet family woman, grandmother, church goer, dove into her work with fevered passion. All these years in each other’s company, and all his flirtatious experiences with her could never have prepared him for her next moves. Her eyes locked on his cock, focusing on his sex as she wrung her hands down him to the base. Her lips dropped open when she first touched him, and by the time she gripped his base, they had settled into a pout. She moved forward, bright pink petals caressing the very tip of him. Her eyes swam up to meet his then, face flushed and red, a slight wicked smile beginning to turn the corners or her pert mouth up. Firing him a sultry wink, she opened her mouth, and began to lavish his dull dome with kisses and wet tongue.
Her mind was ablaze with lust. This desire to please this person, in any way possible, and the extreme pleasure she was taking from it all was overwhelming. Each touch of his skin to her lips sent goosebumps racing down her chest and arms. Her body was on fire in this fantasy come true. After a few circuits around his tight ridge, she sank her mouth down around his wet head. As his width parted her jaws, she felt a bolt of passion shoot from her mouth, where she could taste and feel him, straight down her throbbing bud, snug against her soaked panties. She sank to her knees, looking up at him and releasing her left hand from his base, which she brought down to her wet lips, quickly flipping her dress out of the way to fully embrace her soaked vagina. She let out a moan, as loud as she dared, as her fingers met clit, and she began to work his dick into her hungry mouth as well as she could manage.
Feeling like he had to hold onto something or lose control, he scooped her hair back and away from her face with both hands, meeting in the middle behind her head where he shifted the improvised handle to his left hand.
She began to moan even deeper as she felt the tension against her scalp, his strong hands firmly tugging her hair, and she let herself be overcome by the first of many orgasms that evening. As she came, she began to whimper, and started to work his dick with more urgency, craning her jaw open to accept his width, and paying attention to her nose breathing so she could maintain her rhythm without needing to come off of him for air. She stuck her soft tongue all the way out to fondle the underside of his hot bar, as she pushed herself as close to his root as her mouth would allow. Caressing his fat head with her lips when he pulled to the front of her mouth, she used her tongue to swirl around the head and shaft as he thrust back in.
Slightly gagging, mouth running a slick torrent down him as she forced herself up to his proud head, and then back down as far as she could go, she was a gorgeous slutty sight. He pulled her hair back in a clenched fist, just leaving the tip locked in her puckered mouth. He almost lost his control then, and felt his heavy balls begin to let loose.
The tension of his grip flooded her body with hot lust, and she used her slick folds to tease and pinch her hot clit, still sensitive from her first blast, all the while feeling little shocks of pleasure when she drew the vulva back to expose her tiny nub to the air of the room.
After a moment of holding her back as she strained toward his cock, he realized she was responding to his grip on her hair, becoming more flushed, and grinding her hand against her body with urgent need as his grip grew tighter. He used his handle to turn her gaze back to his, and slowly clamped his fist down, drawing her hair tight. She stared into his eyes, meeting them with a mixture of pain and unbridled ecstasy as he, recovered from his loss of control, began to use her pony tail to fuck her face, his cock a slick mess as he used her mouth.
Never before had she been used in this way, and never before had she felt such intense sexual pleasure. Her pussy was on fire, running a stream of hot clear juice down her wet hand to the concrete of the floor.
Not trusting himself to be able to hold back much longer against her ministrations, he pulled her by the hair off his piece, and up onto her tiny feet, to latch his mouth against hers, feeling the warmth from his friction, and tasting himself on her tongue. He continued to kiss her deep, hungry exploring kisses, tongues in the middle of their own separate act of love. After a moment he brought his hands around to cup her waist, and lifted her effortlessly up onto the dryer. The height of the dryer top was just the right height and his slick cock was perfectly angled to enter her dripping sex.
He took one of her ankles in each of his hands, and brought her legs apart. She settled back, left elbow down behind her for support as her right hand dashed forward to pull the wet patch of fabric out of the way. He realized this wasn’t going to work, so he brought his hands together again, and held both of her ankles crossed in his left fist, as he reached his right hand down under her butt. He gripped her underwear by the elastic band, and firmly pulled them off in one fluid move, shifting his hands around to free the wet cloth from her ankles. With both her legs in his hands like this, he could see her wet lips peeking out between her soft sweet thighs, and could see the moisture they left against her pale skin.
He spread her again, and shifted his hips forward so the head of his dick was resting against her outer lips. He could feel the heat, and while staring deep into her eyes, he slowly began to shift his hips forward, using his fat head to spread and tease her opening, drawing himself back and forth against her. She began to shift, and tried to grind down onto his thrust as he lined up with her, but each time he would just graze by. He watched her face as she began to whimper in anticipation. He leaned forward, his long torso folding over, to take her soft lips in a hot embrace, and as their kiss ignited, he slowly began to drive himself into her. She tried to spread her hips wider, but his hands had her ankles in a vice like grip,. She was pinned there by his hands, and his kiss, and his cock.
Slowly and mercilessly he popped past her opening, head clearing the way for the initial thrust of his shaft. As his tip pierced her, her inner muscles clenched hard, and she felt the blissful waves of her first vaginal orgasm in 30 years sweep through her hungry body. Never before had she felt so full, as the ridge of his helmet forced her wide. She clamped her mouth shut, and brought her hand up to hold in her unbridled lust, which flowed out from her unbidden. He looked down at his friend, now his lover, as her orgasm held her eyes wide in a look of complete pleasure. He drank in the sight, forever committing this scene into his mind.
Back in control of himself after her oral assault, he took his time fucking her, slowly drawing in and back out, never allowing that proud head to pop back out. He pressed further into her with each stroke, her hips gyrating against the cold metal of the dryer with every thrust. He loved the sight of his slick member, completely soaked as she sloshed out around him. With each pump of his hips he took her deeper, filling her completely, walls flexing tight around him, and at each new depth he became more certain that she was his.
When he had finally worked himself down to his thick base, her breath again burst from her lips, as she felt him spread her to the brink. She thrashed against him, and he held her there, buried to the hilt as her orgasm rippled out through her body. When she calmed, and her clenching begin to subside, he began his assault.
Though he would have relished taking his time this evening, he knew they didn’t have long before the family started to wonder why it was taking her so long to use the bathroom, and when he would be back from taking the recycling to the center down the block. As her eyes again focused on his, orgasm clearing, he drew steadily out of her, this time clearing himself completely. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the now cold room air on his steaming cock. He shifted himself back into position, and with one long stroke, sank all the way back down to his base. She let out a startled gasp, that turned into a deep moan, as he worked himself back out to the tip and then back to the base.
She was on fire. She had never had the sensation of being so full, and now he was beginning to make her his, laying into her, his face changed from the in-control mastermind, to that of a man doing his best work. He was focused, with a determined set to his brow as he began to slap his body against hers.
He drove his cock into her, slapping his hips against hers with each stroke, his rhythm speeding up on each thrust, until he was pounding her back onto the dryer top. As he fucked her, they banged into the dryer, which started to sound like it usually did when it was running, knocking against the wall as it had for years. He used this to his advantage, and settled into a fast rhythm that almost perfectly matched the dryer. He pounded her mercilessly, his massive cock running deep, stretching her opening and walls, hard shaft grinding against tender clit as he plowed into her. She began to moan low and loud at that point, the sound completely covered by the knocking of the dryer against the wall.
She floated away in one long sustained orgasm, his cock ringing some secret bell deep within her and filling her with explosions of pleasure on every thrust. She knew he was going to cum, as she could feel his already huge shaft begin to swell and jerk against her walls. He pounded even faster, rising to a crescendo, before he arched his back, grinding himself against her pelvis, filling her with his seed. She could feel him blasting her, wave after of wave of hot cum pouring out of his engorged balls. She felt his love fill her, his dick still thrusting in and out, just about an inch or so, as her orgasmic contractions rung him dry. They met in a kiss during his final minute or so of sweet stroking, his hot seed spilling out around her lips as he thrust eagerly back into her warmth. In that moment they were finally able to fully express the hunger for each other, able to convey with their final thrusts and kisses that they could never have expressed in front of their families.
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