1. Student Days: The Laundry Room


    Date: 12/2/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: llkop, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    my legs, but I persisted. I was going to see this through. I twisted my body so as to push my moistening lips against the hard flat surface. I pushed myself closer to the edge of the machine in order to give myself a corner to grind against. The change in surface was immediately beneficial. I crossed my legs tighter and gripped down harder. My panties were soaking, causing droplets of my own juices to run down my legs and drip from the tips of my toes onto the floor. I felt something building inside me, something I’d never felt before, something brand new. ‘What was it? Should I stop? NO!’ The washing machine slowed down. I was so disappointed. I wanted to feel it. Feel what had been denied to me my whole teenage life. I loosened my legs slightly allowing the chilly basement air into my crotch, the sodden panties making it feel even colder. It sent a shiver up my spine. I let out a sigh of failure and hung my head listening to the dying hum of the washing machine. It began to get louder again. It began to violently rock back and forth so I clamped myself down as tightly as I could, pressing my crotch right on the edge and I rode that machine like it was the end of my life. ‘ It was building up inside me again. It was coming. I was cumming.’ I bit down on my bottom lip trying to suppress myself. But my legs got tighter and the plastic of the machine creaked underneath my hands. I was overcome with so many different feelings. Everything washed over me leaving only pleasure. ...
    My first orgasm escaped from my eighteen year old lips. My moans turned into screams until I had not a breath left in my body. I screamed no sounds but continued to come. My white flowery panties must have become transparent with my juices flowing down my legs. The machine began to slow again, I was so grateful. I didn't think that I could take any more pleasure. A buzzer went when it finally stopped shaking, almost as a signal telling me when it was safe to get off. I placed my feet into the puddle that I had caused. My legs turned to jelly, my body still shaking, shivering. I collapsed onto the freezing concrete floor in a puddle of my own pleasure. I was gasping for breath until all of the buzzers from my chosen washing machines had gone off. I tried to bring myself to my feet, like a new born deer. The lights flickered on from a switch that I must have missed on my way in. A female voice echoed from the corridor, “Fuck me, Love. That sounded good.” I panicked but it was too late, she was in the room and staring right at me, “So, was it?” I nodded shyly, “It… It was my first.” “Ever?” The strange woman exclaimed. I nodded again. “Wow! Well, you have been missing out, my friend, but you’re in for a treat if you cum like that every time.” Her words immediately relaxed the situation which made me smile. “You’re braver than I am. I've thought about riding these machines once a week for the last three years, but never had the balls to follow it through.” I shrugged my shoulders ...
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