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As she approached the open doorway of the DeSantos' laundry room, Kimberly admired Rocky's tight little butt as he bent over in front of the dryer. She had to suppress the urge to sneak up behind him to grab a double handful and squeeze.
"Hey, Rocky," she greeted cheerily.
"Hey Kim," Rocky responded, turning around. "I didn't hear the doorbell."
Kim came all the way into the smallish room and hopped up onto the washing machine. "Like you'd really hear the doorbell from here?" she asked him, grinning. "But I didn't get the chance to ring it anyway," she continued in her chatty, friendly way. "Your brother was hustling the little ones out the door just as I came up. He let me in."
"Not that I mind or anything, but what are you doing here?" Rocky asked. He was surprised by her visit; he rarely ever saw her without Aisha or Tommy in tow, and she had never come over to his house before without at least some of the gang being there, too.
"Well, everybody bailed on me today," she told him. "Tommy's over at Aisha's fixing her car, and watching Adam and Billy with their noses buried in a lab experiment is not my idea of fun." She made a face with that and then continued, "I knew you were stuck home doing chores, so I thought I'd come over and we could keep each other company."
Rocky smiled. "That's very nice of you, but you are gonna be bored to tears watching me do laundry." Kim just smiled at him and hopped down to help him sort. They laughed and chatted companionably for a while, trading jokes.
"Um, Rocky," Kim's tone suddenly shifted to coy as she climbed back onto the now-running appliance, "is there anybody else home right now?"
"Now that all the sibs are gone too, no. Why?"
"Because your brother said he was gonna be gone to the park with all the rugrats for the rest of the afternoon. That means there's nobody here but us for the next couple of hours." Kim smiled hugely at him from her perch on the washer.
"That sounds like a proposition," Rocky said, turning away from the 'folding' table to face her. Kim just grinned and spread her knees a little farther apart. "I think you've been sitting on that thing during the spin cycle too long, Kim," Rocky teased as he approached her. He sauntered up and leaned against the vibrating surface as he put his arms around her waist. Kim closed her legs around his torso as she draped her arms over his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. Her already heating pussy pressed against his flat, washboard stomach.
Rocky's hands began exploring Kim's body. He ran his palms all over her back, sliding them underneath her shirt eventually to caress her bare skin as they continued their oral stroking. Kimberly's hands were not idle either as she tugged his red tanktop over his head --briefly disrupting their lip-lock-- so she could touch every inch of his flesh within her reach.
She nipped at his earlobe and sucked on his neck while her hands traced the ridges of his pectorals. When her fingers brushed across his nipples, he shuddered and let out a low moan. Encouraged, Kim gave them a pinch. A jolt ran through him and he groaned a little louder. She smiled mischievously and leaned in to lick them.
Rocky's hands dipped down to squeeze her ass as she continued tormenting his nipples pleasurably. He kneaded the plump swells for a bit before moving his hands around to her front to cup her breasts. He massaged through her bra from under her shirt, tracing the outlines of her cups. He slipped his fingers under the straps and tugged ever so slightly. He carefully, slowly, slid the shirt up, running his hands up her sides.
Impatient and way too horny already, Kim didn't wait for him to take his sweet time getting her bra off. She reached behind herself one-handed and popped the clasp. She quickly divested herself of the garment and pulled Rocky's head to her bosom. Rocky suckled on her hard, aching nipples for a while, licking and gently biting.
She spread her legs, bunching her skirt up around her waist, and leaned back as Rocky trailed his mouth down to her panty-covered slit. The pink cotton was soaking wet. He nipped and roughly licked at her honey pot through the material for a while, then he reached up both hands to the waistband and peeled them off. Kimberly untied her short wraparound skirt and flung it on the floor.
As he drew back and lightly caressed the hair of her pussy, Rocky had to fight the urge to giggle at the sight of Kim in nothing but bobby socks and loafers spread out on top of a washing machine. He teased her clit a couple times, almost causing an orgasm. Kim's hips bucked, and she gasped in pleasure. He leaned closer and began sucking on one nipple and pinching the other while his hand stayed busy in her snatch, pumping in and out of her dripping box as Kim ground her pelvis onto his hand and groaned.
Rocky found himself unbelievably hard. And the vibrations of the washing machine pressing against his groin was beginning to become almost painful to his swollen member. He pulled away from her to get his pants off, but Kimberly grabbed his wrist in both hands and refused to let him remove it from her cunt. She held it there, grinding herself hard on it, while Rocky worked off his jeans one-handed.
He wiggled his fingers inside her and thrust in hard as he stepped out of his clothes, hearing Kim's telltale high-pitched moan start to wind up out of her chest. He worked his hand in her a little more and clamped his lips onto her nipple. That did it. Kim came with a shriek, creaming and writhing all over her perch.
Finally managing to get his hand back for a moment while Kim gasped for breath, Rocky levered himself up onto the washer. Kim lay down sideways on the machine, her upper body resting on the dryer next to it.
Rocky climbed up and straddled her under her breasts. His strong thighs framed them and pushed the soft flesh in around his straining tool. He held his cock, tip glistening with precome, to her face. Looking up and meeting his lust-filled gaze, watching his chest heave with his rapid breathing, her lips parted and she ran her tongue over the tip once, then withdrew. He moaned and arched his back.
"Taste it some more," Rocky pleaded, pushing the swollen tip gently against her lips.
She took hold of his throbbing cock in her hand and licked. The shaft was warm and hard, the tip was satin-soft and the precome tasted good. She held the base with both hands, steadying it. He leaned forward as she took the tip in her mouth. The warm and salty precome coated her tongue as she took more of his hard cock into her mouth.
"Yeah," Rocky groaned, "suck my cock." His hips began rocking gently, thrusting himself into her mouth a little. She inhaled all she could of his huge organ and ran her tongue around it in her mouth. She started to move her sucking mouth back and forth on his pulsing prick, a little faster each time.
"Yeah, " he moaned, "make me come." Her pace increased on his rod. Faster and faster. He moved with her strokes, in and out, his clenching ass pistoning his hard dick into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, Kim," he panted. "Oh, God, I'm coming!" Rocky's hips snapped forward, and his hot load pumped into Kim's waiting mouth.
Gulping for breath, he climbed off the washer when she had sucked him dry. Leaning on the appliance for support, Rocky ate her out until he was hard again. He fondled his balls as he held her nether lips open with his other hand and thrust his stiffened tongue up into Kim's orgasming cunny. He pushed in as hard and deep as he could while she held onto his hair and creamed all over his face.
He stroked his rod to stiff attention as he helped her climb off of the machine. Then he guided her down onto all fours on the pile of towels awaiting their turn in the wash.
Rocky knelt between Kim's spread knees and mounted her from behind. He pushed all the way in with the first stroke, grunting in pleasure as he leaned over her back. After a few hard, deep, fast strokes he pulled her by the hips as he sat back, bringing her to sit on his lap. Rocky alternated between pinching Kim's nipples and gripping her hips to help her bounce. All the while, he continued ramming against her, bucking his pelvis upwards sharply.
"Oh, yes!" he gritted out between clenched teeth. "You're so tight!" He started slamming more urgently into her as his climax rushed upon him.
Kim leaned up on her knees and Rocky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest, his strokes going deep and hard. Loving every minute of it, Kim started equaling his thrusts. Rocky's strokes grew faster and harder. He leaned toward Kim's ear and whispered, "Come on. Fuck me, Kim. Make me come."
As Rocky fingered her clit and whispered hotly in her ear, Kim's inner thighs became soaked with her juices, and her legs started turning to jelly. She cried out and thrashed against him as tensing waves of impending orgasm gripped her.
"Fuck me, Rocky; fuck me good!" she begged/demanded.
"I will, baby. I will," he answered. He started slamming into her cunt, hard as he could, deep as he could go. Rocky pushed into her as his cock started twitching, and he shouted as he filled the inside of Kim's cunt with his hot come. Their mingled juices ran down her legs while he continued rubbing her clit. Her tension climbed higher and higher as waves of orgasmic pleasure set Kim on fire.
Aware that Kim was still coming, Rocky continued his strokes, short and hard. He stopped rubbing her clit but started pinching her nipples instead and running his tongue along her exposed neck. She screamed and arched against him as her climax crested and crashed down upon her.
They collapsed forward on the towels, sweaty and gasping for air as her trembling ebbed.
"Oh, wow," Kim said.
"I'll second that," Rocky responded, rolling to the side to lie next to her. They grinned at each other and recovered their senses. "I sure wish this happened every time I did laundry."