Di Gets Caughtm, or Does She?

The last episode ended with my sexy Di headed out once again to do laundry. Not only has she been up for the last 5 days, but she had taken a large rum and coke with her. I don't condone drinking and driving, but as we were only 5 blocks from the Laundromat, I felt somewhat OK with it. After watching the news, I went to bed and waited for my Di to return. I awoke to the sound of our truck backing up the drive to our back door. It was now 6:30 in the morning. To insure my own pleasure, I decided to be very nice to her. I got dressed and opened the back door to help her bring in the bags. She was on all fours pulling the bags to the back of the truck, and hadn't noticed me watching her. She was wearing a crop top and no bra, so I could clearly see her tits swaying as she yanked each bag closer to the tailgate. As I reached the bottom step, I bent slightly to look up her short skirt. Oh my god! No panties! What a beautiful view. She was sliding the last bag out from under the camper shell, when I put my hand between her legs. As I slid my fingers up, they slid right in her wet pussy. If we didn't have neighbors, I would have taken her then and there. She immediately spun around, almost breaking my fingers, and said,

"I fucked up."

I hurried to catch up with her, while grabbing two bags of laundry.

"What do you mean, I fucked up?"

By the time the words had left my mouth, she had disappeared out the door the retrieve more bags.

"Just what I said, I fucked up."

I walked around the truck expecting a dent, but found nothing. With all the bags inside, I closed the door, and walked over to her. She was ripping open the trash bags and was sorting and refolding clothes.

"So, are you going to clue me in on what you're talking about?" I tried not sound angry.

"I don't think I should tell you." She talked in a whisper.

"And why not?"

"Because you'll get pissed."

"I didn't get pissed last time, did I?"

"What do you mean, the last time?" Oh yeah, I forgot. She never remembers the last few days of her "high".

"I promise not to get mad, OK?" I gave her the pouty lip look.

"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you." She was still playing with the clothes as she related the events from the night before. "When I got there, it was a little crowded, so I parked back in the corner by that bird store. I backed in so I could get the clothes in and out easier. I finally got the wash done, but I had wait for some dryers to open up. I had guzzled that drink, and was pretty wasted. Then some young college kid came up to me and started talking. I was so drunk that I couldn't understand a word he was saying. All I remember about him was that he had a "San Diego State" sweatshirt on and was really cute. I finally got a few dryers, and he had disappeared. By the time the clothes were dry, the place was empty. I think it was around 1:00 in the morning. Being so drunk, I was having a heck of a time trying to steer that stupid clothes basket to the door. I was almost there, when out of nowhere, came that young man opening the door for me. He said he saw my predicament, and would help me. I told him he was my knight in shining armor, and he laughed. We got to the truck, I lowered the tailgate, and started putting the bags toward the back of the camper. I was on all fours, pushing the bags in when he said,

"Whoa, don't move!" I asked what was wrong, and he said, "nothings wrong, it's just that you have the cutest butt I have ever seen." I tried to back out, but he held my hips with both hands.

"Let me give you one kiss, if you don't like it, I'll let go, OK?" I was in no position to argue, but before I could have responded, I felt his hot tongue sliding across my butt cheek. I moaned, and I suppose he took that as a green light. He pushed my skirt up, yanked my panties down and buried his tongue deep in my crack. He worked his way from one hole to the other. There was no way I could stop him now. He then told me to roll over and scooch inside, and that I would be more comfortable. My head was laying in the warm bags of clothes, my legs were spread wide in the cool air, and his tongue...oh my god, what a tongue. It felt soooo good, that I drifted off to sleep. I woke to a huge orgasm, then drifted off again. This went on for a while, before he started working his way up my tummy to my titties. He sucked on each one, then started licking my lips. I opened my mouth, and sucked his tongue into mine, tasting my own juices. He worked his way back down to my clit and made me cum again. My head was spinning, but as long as my eyes were shut, everything was OK. He licked his way back up to my lips, and as I felt his touch, I opened my mouth to suck on his tongue again. It only took me a second to realize it wasn't his tongue rubbing my lips, but his cock. I was too far gone to stop him, so I just kept on sucking. I remember reaching around and feeling his tight buns, then reaching under to caress his balls. Too soon he told me he was going to cum, and pulled away. No way, I pulled back on his buns, pulling his cock deep into my mouth. It got dangerously close to gagging me, but I held on. He came harder and longer than anybody I have seen. I just couldn't swallow it all, as it dripped down my chin and neck. He bent down, and scooped the remains up and fed them to me. I kept passing out, only to be awakened by him either licking me or fucking me. I have no idea how many times he or I came, but it was quite a few.

I woke up to the sound of traffic, and noticed I was in the back of our truck, with it all closed up. Not knowing how long I had been there, I climbed through into the cab and plopped down behind the wheel. As I plopped down, I felt a squish between my legs, and thought, oh great, I started my period. I stuck a finger down there to verify it, but it wasn't red. I smelled it, then for some reason, I tasted it. That is what brought everything back to me. I reached back into my pussy, and scooped out as much as I could, and licked my fingers clean. I was hoping to jump in the shower before you got up, but you busted me out." As I sat there on the floor in front of her, I got this sudden urge. I sat up, and started licking and kissing my way up her thigh.

"No, you don't want to do that!"

But she spread her legs as she was protesting. The combination of her honey, and that stud's cream was a new but erotic taste. I kind of liked it. And Di loved it.

I cleaned her out, and we headed for the bedroom. But this time, she passed out before I got my blow job. Crap. Now what. I rolled her onto her knees with her butt sticking up in the air. Might as well see if I can suck any more nectar out of her. As I licked, I spent more and more time on her chocolate starfish. I then pushed a finger in. She never lets me near her butt. "Anything but that." she always says. I spit on my fingers and worked two of them into her little butt. About this time, my cock tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I have an idea!"

Looking around, I found the KY jelly, I pushed some into her ass, and wiped some on my little friend. I aimed, and slowly pushed in. She moaned and actually pushed back. I couldn't take it any more and buried myself deep within her bowels. It only took a few strokes in that virgin ass before I unloaded what felt like a quart of cum into her.

It was a day and half later, when I was admiring her tight butt, thinking about the other night. I put some KY on my finger, and slowly pushed it into her back door. She jumped and yelped, and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Uh.. you said I could last night, remember?" I tried to look sincere.

"I was up all night doing YOUR laundry, and this is what I get for trying sleep for a couple of hours?" A couple of hours? Try a couple of days. "Now that I'm up, I have to poop." Gee, I wonder why? I snickered at my thoughts. As she returned to the bedroom, I asked if she enjoyed doing the laundry.

"No more than usual" was her reply.

"So nothing special happened, then?" I smiled at her. "Didn't meet anyone new?"

"No, should I have?" She had this scowl on her face, and was visibly getting pissed.

This was it, the ultimate test. I pulled the small tape recorder out from under the blankets, and hit "Play". She stared at me with confusion in her eyes. It was her voice she was hearing, and it was telling about her night at the Laundromat. Every warm and sticky detail.

"Turn that thing off!"

"Well, what do you have to say about yourself now?" I said with a smirk.

"I...er.. I… ah.. I made it up, because I thought that's what you wanted to hear." She seemed happy with her excuse. I stood up and walked to the living room without saying a word.

It took her about an hour before she could summon the courage to come out, and sit by me on the couch. I was trying to concentrate on the TV, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her looking at me. She held my hand, and played with my hair, for 10 minutes before she spoke.

"Have you got time for a really long story?" she finally asked.

"I suppose so." I tried to sound depressed, but I was too excited to hear what she had to say.

She started with "First off, I love you more than anything." This would be a long night.