My roommate fucked me in the laundry room

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Carl slammed his dick into me, stretching me open in one quick thrust. I grabbed onto the edges of the washing machine, holding on for dear life.

“What’s the matter?” my roommate teased.

“You’re so- ugh, fuck! You’re so big!” I managed to force out. I was stuck in place, my clothes caught in the door of the washing machine. Carl had tried to pry me free, but ended up pulling my pants halfway down my legs. And now he was taking full advantage of the situation.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more about how big my cock is.” He pulled out and thrust forward again, burying himself inside me.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned. The first time he entered me was shocking. The second time was a little easier to take. The lube had spread a little, making his dick glide into me with ease. “Your dick is huge, Carl.” I whimpered as he pulled out and thrust into me for a third time.

“Mmmm. And your ass is so tight.” He spanked me right there, causing me to jolt. “This feels way better than my hand.”

I leaned forward, bending over the machine with my ass out. I don’t know what came over me, but it just felt right.

“Looks like we’re both enjoying ourselves, huh? I’m starting to think you got stuck on purpose!” Carl said.

Suddenly I felt immensely embarrassed. What was I doing? Was I actually enjoying this? “I- I didn’t- I mean-”

“Relax,” he said casually. He pressed his hips into me, squashing me up against the washing machine with his dick deep inside me. He started gyrating, grinding his cock against the same spot over and over. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan, feeling him hit that same spot again and again. “It’s okay to enjoy it,” he whispered.

“But Carl, I’m not-”

His hand suddenly covered my mouth. “Shhhh,” he said.

I relaxed in his arms then, giving in to the pleasure. His hand slipped away, leaving me free to speak. But instead of protesting, I simply let it happen.

“There you go,” he whispered. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded, pushing back into him. Now I was the one pushing things forward. I grinded into him, backing my ass up and feeling every inch of his dick fill me. He hummed softly, then placed his hands back on my hips.

“Fuck me, Carl,” I said quietly. “Please.” I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth. I’d never so much as walked in on my roommate changing, and now he was fucking me in the laundry room. And I was asking for more.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His hands tightened their grip on my waist. After I gave him the go-ahead, my roommate became a machine.

CLAP CLAP CLAP

I shouted out as Carl rammed in and out of my ass at an unbelievable speed. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered. His hands squeezed tight, pulling my body in time with his thrusts. He was giving me everything he had, shoving my body back and forth between him and the washing machine.

“AhhHhhhHHhhHHhh!” I cried. My upper body was sprawled across the top of the washer. I grasped at the edges of the machine, searching for anything to hold on to. Carl lurched me back and forth, banging me from behind, clapping my cheeks as hard as he could.

CLAP CLAP CLAP

The noise filled the room, drowning out my own desperate moans. He was relentless; each thrust shoved his cock deep inside me, his hips colliding with my fat ass.

“Mmmf, take my fucking cock,” he grunted. He had taken on a dominant attitude, focused entirely on his own pleasure.

“Give it to me,” I replied.

Our bodies were sweaty; mine trapped in a tangle of clothes, his standing tall behind me. I craved the sensation of being full, feeling him inside me. Every time he withdrew, I found myself desperate for him to thrust forward and fill me again. As it went on, I realized I wanted even more. I wanted his cum.

“Breed me!” I shouted out between the clapping and the grunting and the moaning.

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” he said playfully.

I don’t know how where he found the energy, but suddenly my roommate started fucking me even harder. It became a blur. His cock slammed into my ass. The intensity multiplied. Suddenly I was drooling over myself, moaning louder still, begging for him to keep going.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted over the noise. A pressure was building inside me, a feeling I’d never felt before, one I couldn’t explain. All I knew was that each thrust added to it, and it needed to be released. “Faster!” I yelled. “Harder!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!” he shouted back.

“MmmMMMmMmm,” I whined. I bit my lip, still holding tight to the edges of the machine. And then it happened.

“AH!” I shouted. My dick exploded, spraying cum across the door of the washing machine. Carl kept on going, ramming in and out of me, causing my dick to bounce and swing wildly as I shot my load. Seeing that, Carl pulled himself in and yelled as he began to cum.

The two of us were panting, our bodies one, both of us cumming at the same time. My dick continued to leak out the rest of my load. His throbbed inside me, filling my ass with cum. It was the most incredible feeling.

The two of us were breathing heavy, finally coming down from the craziest sex either of us could imagine. We’d been going at it for what seemed like forever. Just as he pulled his wet, cum-covered dick out of my used hole, the cycle ended. That silly jingle played as the machine came to a rest and the door finally unlatched.

We burst into laughter.

“That’s hilarious!” Carl said. He opened the door for me, allowing me to finally step away from the machine.

“I can’t believe that,” I said. I was chuckling still, shaking my head in disbelief. What a way to lose your virginity.