Two days after Tom's return, and a night spent listening to his loud reunion sex with Nikki, I was in our building laundry room minding my own business. I had just finished transferring my wet laundry into dryers when I heard the door to the room swing open. I finished what I was doing before I turned to see who it was. Nikki was calmly unloading her whites from her laundry basket into one of the washers. She had her back turned to me, and we were the only two people in the room.
It was about 9:00 on a Sunday morning, which was normally a quiet time for our apartment building full of young people. That was why I always did my laundry on Sunday mornings. I stood back and admired Nikki from behind as she went about her work. Her long, red hair was tied up in a cute pony tail. She was wearing a tight white tank top that accentuated the curves of her slender body, and I'm sure made her large breasts appear enormous from the front. She had on a cute, short pair of green jogging shorts that hugged her round little apple bottom, and showed off her shapely legs all the way down to the pair of flip flops she was wearing. I had gotten hard just looking at her.
If she felt my eyes on her, she hid it well. She had poured her detergent into the washer and closed the lid by the time I slid up behind her. She didn't react as she felt the heat of my body close in from behind. I was so much taller than her that my crotch rubbed up against her lower back, but I knew she could tell I was hard. My hands dropped to the sides of her waist, and she finally stopped fiddling with her laundry and put her hands down to her sides.
"You were loud last night. And the night before that," I said quietly into her ear.
"Tom and I had a lot of catching up to do," she responded.
"I told you how you would be punished every time you were loud, Nikki," I whispered back. I ran my right hand up her side and cupped the swell of her large breast. Nikki tensed, and her eyes shot to the door of the laundry room. There was a little window in that door, but no face was in it now. You had to walk down a short side hallway from the main hall to get to that door, and people only did that if they were coming to do laundry. I knew we were alone.
"Kevin, not here," was all she said. I cupped her breast in my hands, and then slid my arm back down her body. My hand dove beneath the waist band of her little shorts, and her left hand shot over and tried to stop me. I was ready for this, and grabbed her left hand with my left hand, my left arm now wrapped tightly around her body. The fingers of my right hand brushed against the naked lips of her sex. She wasn't wearing any underwear.
"That's not the deal I made you," I whispered into her ear. "I said every time you woke me with your fucking, you would be forced to have sex with me. I didn't say when or where." Her body was frozen and my finger tips slid over her shaved pussy lips. "You've woken me three times in the past two days, and that means you will be punished three times. You want me to show Tom those pictures?"
"No, please" she replied very quietly, without moving.
"Tom is a selfish dick," I hissed angrily. It was true, if for no other reason then the way he treated Nikki. My fingers found her slit and slid up and down the entrance to her pussy. "He doesn't touch you the way I touch you. He doesn't fuck you the way I fuck you." My fingers slid their way up Nikki's cleft and found the hard little nub at the top. She was already getting wet, and my finger tips picked up her juices and carried them to her clit. She gasped and pressed her small, soft body back against mine. "He doesn't make you cum like I make you cum, screaming and begging for more."
"Kevin, not here," she pleaded in her high, feminine voice. "Someone will see us."
"That's not the deal," I responded, rubbing circles around her hard little nub. I pressed her body forward against the washing machine, which was still filling with water. I could feel her body relaxing and submitting to my touch. Her left arm had gone limp, so I slide my left hand upwards and began to knead gently at her large, firm tit. I could feel her nipple harden beneath the palm of my hand. I began alternating between circling her hard, wet clit with two fingers, and using one to flick at it. As the tip of my digit flicked upwards over her sensitive nub, she gasped again.
Emboldened, I slipped my left hand down and under Nikki's tank top. My rough palm then slid back up and over the smooth skin of her stomach, and then wrapped around the large swell of her breast. She was wearing some soft of sports bra, and my fingers found their way under that too. I rubbed slow circles around Nikki's clit as my hand mauled her bare tit flesh. I pinched her hard nipple gently between my thumb and index finger. Then the washing machine started its motions. As the machine sloshed gently back and forth beneath us, my body pressed Nikki against its hard, plastic surface. I could feel the machine's vibrations on my fingers. So could Nikki. She moaned deeply and loudly as my now vibrating fingers rubbed rapidly up and down her swollen clit.
I withdrew my left hand from under her shirt, and reached down to position myself. I lifted one leg of the basketball shorts I was wearing, fished in through the front opening of my boxers, and pulled out my raging cock. It was fully erect and throbbing at the feel of being pressed against Nikki's soft body. She had begun grinding back against me, made helpless by my talented fingers. She felt my rigid cock slap against her firm ass as it sprang free, and she raised up her behind in anticipation. I took my right hand out from beneath Nikki's shorts and pulled her the crotch of them a little to the side. Her bare pussy was now exposed to the open air.
I grasped her hips with both of my hands, feeling the firmness of her behind beneath my fingers. I pressed Nikki's body into the vibrating machine so her clit was grinding against the moving edge of the washer. Then I took my long, firm cock by the base, and ran my fat cock head against her exposed pussy lips. I had to bend my knees slightly to get the right angle. Nikki was dripping with her own juices, moaning as the machine rubbed against her. I pushed with my hips, popping my fat cock head past her pussy opening, and felt myself sliding into her hot, wet tunnel. I felt her bear down and tighten her pussy as I slid inside her. It was like a wet, fleshy vice squeezing against my cock. It felt amazing. I slid my hard cock in and out of her pussy, amazed every time I pushed inward by how tightly she gripped me. I held onto Nikki's hips as she was pinned against the washer, fucking her faster and faster, plowing my hard pole into her tight tunnel. I was so turned on by fucking her here that I knew I wasn't going to last long. From the way she was moaning and panting, it seemed Nikki might get off even quicker.
"Oooohhhhhhhh.... fuuuuuuuuck... so goooooood," she moaned as I rammed my long rod in and out of her.
I could feel Nikki wiggling back and forth beneath me, grinding her clit into the washer as its vibrations grew faster and harder. I could feel her hot, tight pussy sliding against my hard cock skin and bringing me closer to orgasm.
"I'm going to cum, Nikki," I warned her.
"Oh, don't stop fucking me, Kevin. Don't stop! I'm soooo close to cumming for you," she pleaded. I took a deep breath and tried to hold off on my orgasm, concentrating on pumping my cock upwards into her so my fat cock head rubbed against her G spot. I withdrew almost to my tip and then shoved the full length of my cock back up inside her.
"Oh Kevin!" she cried out over the loud vibrations of all the laundry machines now humming along in the room. "Oh Kevin, make me cum on your hard cock! Make me cum on your hard cock."
I rammed my meat in and out of her, in and out of her, jarring her body up against the machine as I plowed her. Even confined in her sports bra, I could see the edges of her huge breasts swinging back and forth like a pendulum beneath her body as I fucked her. I pushed her harder against the washer as I worked my pole into her.
