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Subject: {ASSM} "Spin Cycle" -- Uther -- MF
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Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2010 03:10:11 -0400
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public
figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Spin Cycle
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com

MF

The new washer and dryer would, they had figured out, save them
money in the long run. It certainly was more convenient. Sally loaded the
whites and turned on the switch. The machine rumbled to life. Soon,
though, it started shaking. Leaning against it evened the motion. It felt
real nice, too. The shaking was less, but it went directly into her pelvis.
Soon, though, her steadying wasn't enough. She raised the lid. When
everything had stopped moving, she rebalanced the load. It ran evenly,
but leaning against it still brought lovely sensations.

"What are you doing," Tim asked from the top of the stairs.

"The load was unbalanced. The two of us don't really use all that much
white in a week."

"And is it balanced now?"

"Yeah."

"But you were still resting against it." She felt her face warm. She had to
learn to control her blushes. "Well, let's see if that pleases two of us."
He
came down and stood against the washer. "Getting your jollies without
me?"

"It just felt good."

"I know something which would feel better."

"But I don't have . . ." He handed her the bag containing her diaphragm.

"I went back after I first saw you."

"You want me to insert the diaphragm in front of you?"

"No. It's a joint effort. You apply the jelly; I insert it."

"You are seriously sick."

"It's just that you don't enjoy inserting it, and I do." As she had said, he
was seriously sick. He started to undo the belt of her jeans. She leaned
her thighs heavily against the washer as she bent over to apply the jelly.
She didn't hand him the diaphragm when she turned around.

"I need to spread my legs." He took the hint, dropping down to untie her
shoes before lowering her jeans and panties. He took the left shoe off,
removed jeans and panties from that leg, helped her get the shoe back
on. He repeated the process on the right leg. When he stood, she
handed him the diaphragm and turned around.

"Have I ever mentioned that you have a pretty butt?"

"Yes." Between her leaning her breasts on the still pulsing washer and his
touches on her labia as he inserted the diaphragm, this was starting to be
a turn-on. Tim was one sick puppy, but she had to admit that this was
more fun than doing it herself -- not that that was such a high bar.

"Stay a moment." He unsnapped her bra before stepping back to allow
her to turn. He helped her up on the washer. Her ass was on the very
front edge. He stood between her legs. She leaned forward to be kissed
while he raised her blouse to fondle her breasts. He didn't stroke her
labia, but the washer was doing that for him.

With his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands stroking her breasts, and
the washer chugging below her ass, she felt the familiar ball of warmth
growing in her belly. When she was ready, she tugged at his belt. She
leaned back. He fumbled a bit getting the rest of his clothing off, but he
was soon at her entrance. He leaned forward a bit before shoving home.

"Hey! You're shaking around me." And he was shaking within her. He
started stroking in and out. The warm ball swelled and grew hotter. She
was close, almost on the edge, when the washer stopped moving.

"Damn!" Tim said. He'd stopped moving, too. Her sentiments exactly.
After a long time, though, the machinery began moving again. Water
gushed into the sink somewhere on her left. The sensations were more
gentle, but more rapid. Tim began moving again. Soon, he was stroking
more rapidly than he had before. Her arousal built again. When Tim
thrust forward, actually shaking the machine, the fire burst forth in her
belly.

"Oh!"

"Gah!" he echoed. They sprawled there entwined until the spin cycle
stopped and she heard the rinse water begin to fill the machine. Tim
slowly straightened. He kissed her thigh before beginning the process of
getting their clothes back in some sort of order.

The end
Spin Cycle
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
2010/06/10

Thanks to Denny for editing this.

For an earlier story about this same couple:
/~Uther_Pendragon/story/bungalow.htm "Bungalow"

The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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