Abby wants dryer sex

All right, I’ll take care of the laundry, I sigh inwardly. I’ll be good; then I can lie back down with Abby. I pad into the laundry room and get the load transferred; I notice a few other things that need to be addressed, so I take care of them as well. I’m about ready to turn around when two long arms encircle me from behind and two tits press into my back. After a moment, I feel a soft mound rubbing against my ass. “Hey, Ben,” Abby says. “I woke up alone in bed.”

I reach behind me to stroke her hair and turn my head for a soft kiss. “I know, sweet girl,” I say. “I didn’t want to disturb you, so I got a quick shower and came in here to take care of the laundry.”

“Speaking of laundry . . .” Abby says tentatively, “Scarlett told me something . . .” She pauses, clearly trying to figure out how to phrase what she wants to say. I have to laugh a little.

“About sex on the dryer?” I say.

“Yeah,” Abby responds, her voice relieved and enthusiastic. “She said it was amazing.”

“I’m glad she liked it,” I tell her. “It was something Rowan always loved doing. I have a nice load here that’s been going for several minutes now—I take it you want to try it?”

“Ohhhhh, yeah,” Abby breathes. She seizes the hand that isn’t twined through her hair and pulls it to her quim. “Yeah, I want your load. I’m already soaking wet for you . . .”

Grinning, I turn around and make use of that hand, pushing two fingers into her fuckhole and thumbing her clit. Taken by surprise, Abby cums in my palm with a soft, wild cry. Her climax is intense but brief. I squat down, intending to get on my knees and eat her out, but she pulls me back up. “Just fuck me, Ben,” she implores me. “I need your dick inside me now.”

That’s an offer I can’t refuse. I turn Abby around; she bends over the dryer without prompting. “Mmmmm, this feels wonderful,” she purrs.

“It will feel better in a minute,” I tell her as I lift her leg. When I lay it on top of the machine, bringing her lust-swollen pearl in contact with the warm, vibrating metal, Abby gasps, shudders, and starts rubbing herself against it.

“Fuck, Ben, you weren’t kidding,” she pants. “This is so fucking good—it’s like having a hot vibrator . . . fuuuuuck . . . put that big mommy-maker in me—fill me up with your man-muscle—this will feel even better with a full pussy . . . Fuck me, baby, please, fuck me right . . .”

“Like I could say no to you, sexy girl,” I murmur. I pierce Abby’s sex with my knob, then bend forward; since lifting her leg rotates her torso, one of her breasts is hanging free, and I cup it in my hand. I massage it gently, feeling its eager pink tip tracing a pattern on the center of my palm, and thrust slowly into her tight wet heat.

“This is intense,” Abby breathes, then shrieks as I bottom out in her, nestling my cockhead into her posterior fornix. She cums quite hard from the combined stimulation. I pull out, then thrust home again hard, earning myself another shriek. I knead her golden globe, working its stiff nub between my fingers, and fuck her hard and fast. I’m careful not to go too hard, as I don’t want to bruise her, but Scarlett and I did this a few times during our week-long fuckfest, so I have a decent feel for it again. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—” she chants as I pound her pretty little pussy. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—”

“Do you like this, sexy girl?” I ask her. “Is it as good as you dreamed?”

“You’re fucking me crazy, Ben,” Abby groans. “Fuck it’s good—so fucking good—so intense—I love you fucking me like this . . . Thank you, baby—thank you for fucking me—thank you for filling me—don’t stop fucking me—don’t don’t don’t don’t stop . . . take me, own me, fuck me hard . . . fuck you go so fucking deep . . . my fucking dream cock . . .” I fondle her tit and pummel her body with controlled ****, savoring the sound of her sexy voice moaning my name and urging me on, relishing the vibration from the dryer as I do my best to fuck her brains out.

Abby cums with a feral shriek, her tight young cunt shaking my dick like a terrier shakes a rat, but I squeeze her breast and keep on pumping her well. “Still going,” she groans. “You’re a fucking machine, Ben—no, I’m lying on a fucking machine, you’re a fucking god—fucking sex god packing a big fucking cannon—fucking pussyrocket—fucking me so good, I’ve never been fucked so good . . . you’re making me so crazy fucking horny, baby, you’re fucking me right into the dryer . . . fucking the brains right out of my head . . . fucking me into next week . . . so—fucking—good . . .”

“You’re such a hot fuck, baby girl, I can’t help myself,” I growl. “Your tight young cunt could drive a man mad.”

“Tell me—tell me—tell me—” Abby gasps. “I’m so close—big fucking machine buzzing my clit, big fucking man-muscle stretching my cunt, big fucking sex god pounding my pussy—I need—I need—I need—”

“And you’re going to get it,” I rumble. “I’m going to cum deep inside your pretty little pussy—I’m going to fill you so full of my cum, you’ll feel it in the back of your throat.”

Abby climaxes with a strangled scream as her sweet young cunt detonates around my prick, sending blast waves through her body. Her inner walls pulsate and roil, trying hard to squeeze the cream out of my cock—and succeeding. I bottom out in her one last time and roar, head thrown back, as my orgasm flashes through me like a lightning strike. I flood her creampot with my cum, my body quivering with the strain of trying to somehow push just a little deeper inside her.

“Now I think I need a shower,” Abby murmurs when she can breathe again.

“I’ll join you,” I say with a small laugh. “At this point, I think I need another one.”