Sex and the single dryer

The rumble of the dryer gives me an idea. I stand up, draw Kristina to her feet, and lead her to the laundry room. She looks at me quizzically until I tell her to bend over the dryer. She gets it then, and grins. She’s shorter than me in the legs, but we have a small stool in the laundry room that she uses to help her reach the shelves; she pulls that over, stands on it, and bends over the dryer. “Fuck me hard, baby, this is nice,” she murmurs. “The vibrations feel really good, and it’s nice and warm.” I move in behind her, and further inspiration strikes. I lift one of her legs and lay it on the top of the dryer, which brings her clit into contact with the machine. “Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuck,” she bursts out. “Fuck me sideways, this is intense. So fucking good . . .”

I pull Kristina’s thong out of her pussy crack and away from her hole, then seat my cockhead in the gates of paradise and lean forward. Lifting her leg rotated her torso, leaving one of her tits just begging to be grabbed. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze gently, rubbing her turgid nipple with my thumb. “Fuck me, baby,” she begs. “Fill my hungry little pussy with your beautiful thick cock. Fuck me wild, I need you.”

I’m happy to oblige. I pinch Kristina’s titbud against a knuckle and thrust hard into her welcoming fucktunnel. She calls out my name and moans encouragement. I squeeze her big melon and set up a steady rhythm, fucking her hard but staying under control—I don’t want to leave her with bruises from the metal. Feeling the dryer vibrating both of our bodies as I piston her cunt is indescribably good. It’s obviously amazing for Kristina as well, because I’ve barely started pumping her well when she cries out, “I’m cumming, baby—I’m—CUMMING!” I give her nipple an extra pinch and fuck her right through her orgasm; she mewls and squeaks and shakes atop the dryer as her pussy spasms and pulses around my shaft. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything so good, but thanks to her blowjob, I’m able to hang on and keep fucking her.

“Fuck me crazy, that’s good, love,” Kristina gasps when she can speak again. “So fucking good, you fuck me so good, I’m so fucking high. You rock my fucking world with that beautiful cock, baby. Your big mommy-maker feels so good in my tight little pussy. Fuck me hard, you make me horny. I’m so fucking wet, lover—feel how wet I am, feel how horny I am, baby, it’s all you, it’s all for you. You pound my pussy so fucking good with that big man cock, you fill me up so good, you fuck me so full so deep so good. Baby, I love your big fucking cock. You love my pussy? Tell me you love my pussy.”

“I love your tight little pussy, baby,” I tell her. “I love feeling you wrapped around my cock like a glove. You fit me like you were made just for me, lover. There’s nothing better than pounding your pussy and feeling you go crazy for me. Cum for me, love. Cum all over my cock again. Let me feel you lose control. Let me feel you lose it. Cum hard for me, baby.”

Kristina gasps and lets out a small shriek; her body detonates around my driving shaft. She trembles and shakes and twists and her cunt squeezes me hard as her climax blasts through her like an avalanche. I can feel her girl-cum frothing out of her hole around my shaft and balls as I relentlessly pump her right through this orgasm, too, fondling and squeezing her boob through the thin fabric.

“Fuck me sideways, love,” Kristina pants, “I’ve never—I’ve never—” I groan as I fuck her vibrating body, feeling the pulses passing through her hot, wet cunt as it grips my prick. “I can’t take much more, baby,” she gasps. “Are you close? Tell me you’re close. Cum for me, baby. Cum in my hungry little pussy. Cum with me when I cum. I’m so close, so close—fuck me over the moon, baby, you’ve got me so crazy horny, I’m so fucking close.”

“I’m close, baby,” I assure her. “Your hot, tight pussy is driving me wild.”

“Fuck, lover,” Kristina gasps, wildly, exultantly, “Cum in me—cum hard—knock me up!”

That startles me, though I don’t break my rhythm. “You’re on the pill!” I say in disbelief.

“Fuck yeah, but you’re a fucking machine, baby!” Kristina shoots back. “You can fill my pussy with so much fucking baby batter, the pill can’t stop it. Do it, Andrew! Knock me up with that big fucking mommy-maker! Fill me with your cum! I want to have your babies!”

My balls boil over. I throw back my head and bury my rod in Kristina’s wet, velvet heat one last time as my climax blasts through me like a rocket launch, shooting multiple gouts of cream deep into her welcoming body. When she feels me cum, she throws back her head and cries, “Yes!” then explodes into orgasm. Her cunt spasms hard, squeezing my cock and milking it for every last drop of cum. She pushes back into me and grinds against my hips, and various strangled sounds escape her throat as she cums and cums and cums.