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The laundry room was really just a back porch where washer and dryer hookups had been installed. It was a tiny room, but it served its purpose well.
An hour or so after breakfast, I was pulling clothes from the dryer as the ones in the washer finished. I was bent over reaching into the dryer, when I felt Don push his crotch against my ass. I wiggled my ass into his groin. I stood and put the dry clothes in the basket on top of the dryer. I turned to him. My mouth watered just looking at him.
He was wearing a pair of his cut off sweats and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out. The hair on his chest, shoulders, and back peeked out of the collar of the shirt. The light glinted off the hair on his arms and legs. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. He moved his head forward. He nuzzled my tank top aside and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I gasped. I was not expecting that. I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
He moved to the other nipple. One of his hands went to his crotch. He was playing with his cock through his shorts. Those shorts were so sexy stretched across his crotch and ass.
I let my hands trail down his back to his waistband. I hooked my thumbs into his shorts and pushed them down. His cock sprung from his shorts and knocked against my balls.
I maneuvered him so that he was between me and the washing machine. It had just started the final spin cycle.
“Hop up there,” I instructed.
He placed both hands on the washer and lifted himself onto the lid.
I bent and sucked his hard cock into my mouth. I could smell the butter from the kitchen in his pubes. My tongue pushed against the vein on the underside of his cock as I worked the head into my throat.
His foreskin retracted, and the bare head slipped down my throat. His hands moved to the back of my head and held me there.
When he released me, I came up for air, and, then, I dove back onto his cock. Again, his hands came to the back of my head. This time, he held me until I gagged.
I came up gasping for air, but immediately went down on his cock. Again, taking it into my throat.
His hands returned to my head, and he pushed his hips into my face. He pulled my head into his crotch, smashing my nose into his pubes.
Again, I gagged. I pulled up and inhaled a deep breath, and went down again. My eyes were beginning to water.
Again, he held me on his cock until I gagged. This time, slobber exploded from my mouth onto his cock, balls, and bush. He let me up for air.
I inhaled and slammed his cock back into my throat. I liked his aggressiveness. It fit him.
I continued to deep throat him; he continued to hold my head until I gagged. And we would do it again. A constant stream of tears trickled down my cheeks; snot clogged my nose making it hard to breathe; and slobber coated Don’s cock, balls and pubes, as well as my chin, neck, and chest. My abs and chest ached.
While his cock was buried in my throat, I felt the cum boiling in my nuts. He released me; I gasped for air; I face planted onto his cock. I came; I came hard!
We continued. Every time I went down on him, I took him into my throat. Every time, he would push my head down and push his hips up to me. Every time, he kept me there until I gagged. I loved it!
About half way through the spin cycle, he wrapped his legs under my arms and around my back. He pushed his cock into my throat using his hands and hips. He leaned back against the wall. He bucked into my throat.
“OH! Umph!” he grunted.
I felt his cock swell on my tongue and in my throat. His wet nuts had pulled up right against my spit covered chin. With each squirt, his nuts bumped my chin, and he pushed his hips into my face. I held my breath as his cum shot into my stomach.
“Umph! Umph! Ummmmmph!” he grunted.
He released my head as soon as his climax ended.
I gasped for air, choking and sputtering
He cupped my face in his hands, and lifted my eyes to his.
“Are you Ok, baby?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away, so rough. Baby, you Ok?”
I wanted to kiss him so badly. Instead, I smiled.
“I’m Ok,” I panted. “Actually, I liked the way you got all macho. Like you just wanted to get off and didn’t give a damn about anything else. It was sexy.”
“You know it wasn’t like that,” he began, “I want you to enjoy it, too, every time.” His eyes were so intense; his face full of concern.
“I did, and I have,” I promised. “I came early on, and my dick is still hard. Are you ready for the living room, or do you need a breather?”
“A breather,” he laughed.
An hour or so after breakfast, I was pulling clothes from the dryer as the ones in the washer finished. I was bent over reaching into the dryer, when I felt Don push his crotch against my ass. I wiggled my ass into his groin. I stood and put the dry clothes in the basket on top of the dryer. I turned to him. My mouth watered just looking at him.
He was wearing a pair of his cut off sweats and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out. The hair on his chest, shoulders, and back peeked out of the collar of the shirt. The light glinted off the hair on his arms and legs. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. He moved his head forward. He nuzzled my tank top aside and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I gasped. I was not expecting that. I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
He moved to the other nipple. One of his hands went to his crotch. He was playing with his cock through his shorts. Those shorts were so sexy stretched across his crotch and ass.
I let my hands trail down his back to his waistband. I hooked my thumbs into his shorts and pushed them down. His cock sprung from his shorts and knocked against my balls.
I maneuvered him so that he was between me and the washing machine. It had just started the final spin cycle.
“Hop up there,” I instructed.
He placed both hands on the washer and lifted himself onto the lid.
I bent and sucked his hard cock into my mouth. I could smell the butter from the kitchen in his pubes. My tongue pushed against the vein on the underside of his cock as I worked the head into my throat.
His foreskin retracted, and the bare head slipped down my throat. His hands moved to the back of my head and held me there.
When he released me, I came up for air, and, then, I dove back onto his cock. Again, his hands came to the back of my head. This time, he held me until I gagged.
I came up gasping for air, but immediately went down on his cock. Again, taking it into my throat.
His hands returned to my head, and he pushed his hips into my face. He pulled my head into his crotch, smashing my nose into his pubes.
Again, I gagged. I pulled up and inhaled a deep breath, and went down again. My eyes were beginning to water.
Again, he held me on his cock until I gagged. This time, slobber exploded from my mouth onto his cock, balls, and bush. He let me up for air.
I inhaled and slammed his cock back into my throat. I liked his aggressiveness. It fit him.
I continued to deep throat him; he continued to hold my head until I gagged. And we would do it again. A constant stream of tears trickled down my cheeks; snot clogged my nose making it hard to breathe; and slobber coated Don’s cock, balls and pubes, as well as my chin, neck, and chest. My abs and chest ached.
While his cock was buried in my throat, I felt the cum boiling in my nuts. He released me; I gasped for air; I face planted onto his cock. I came; I came hard!
We continued. Every time I went down on him, I took him into my throat. Every time, he would push my head down and push his hips up to me. Every time, he kept me there until I gagged. I loved it!
About half way through the spin cycle, he wrapped his legs under my arms and around my back. He pushed his cock into my throat using his hands and hips. He leaned back against the wall. He bucked into my throat.
“OH! Umph!” he grunted.
I felt his cock swell on my tongue and in my throat. His wet nuts had pulled up right against my spit covered chin. With each squirt, his nuts bumped my chin, and he pushed his hips into my face. I held my breath as his cum shot into my stomach.
“Umph! Umph! Ummmmmph!” he grunted.
He released my head as soon as his climax ended.
I gasped for air, choking and sputtering
He cupped my face in his hands, and lifted my eyes to his.
“Are you Ok, baby?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away, so rough. Baby, you Ok?”
I wanted to kiss him so badly. Instead, I smiled.
“I’m Ok,” I panted. “Actually, I liked the way you got all macho. Like you just wanted to get off and didn’t give a damn about anything else. It was sexy.”
“You know it wasn’t like that,” he began, “I want you to enjoy it, too, every time.” His eyes were so intense; his face full of concern.
“I did, and I have,” I promised. “I came early on, and my dick is still hard. Are you ready for the living room, or do you need a breather?”
“A breather,” he laughed.
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