I always thought the old spin cycle joke was a myth but it certainly adds something to feel those vibrations through your body.

The other day I was at my parents’ house doing laundry. I do it there as it’s free, and I can go over on my day off while they’re at work so I don’t have to talk to them or anything.

So I found myself there with very little else to do. The computer was running unbearably slow, and other than a few dirty messages from a friend there was no one to talk to. There are countless movies in their dvd collection but I’ll be dammed if I can figure out how to play them between their fifty million remotes.

Obviously I was quite bored as I waited for my laundry to finish as I’d already been there a few hours when a naughty little note from my friend suggested I have some fun on the washing machine.

Well, being the dirty girl that I am I did just happen to bring my favorite dildo along with me, the glass 8 incher a friend bought me.

I recall what my mom has told me about her new washer, to always set the spin cycle on low or it would “shake the house down.” As I threw in my last load I bravely set it to medium, not wanting the overkill of high. I busied myself with other things while I waited for the other cycles to complete. I reread some of the messages I’d been getting, some of the stories I had written. I tried to steal a beer from the fridge but I’ll be dammed if Guiness in a can doesn’t make me gag.

Finally I checked on the washer to find it more than half through the rinse cycle and well on it’s way to spin.

Feeling somewhat silly I grabbed my dildo and went back to the laundry room.

I started slow, hopping up on the washer, hiking up my skirt, and slowly running my fingers along the lips of my pussy, gathering the moisture on them then playing with my clit. I was already dripping from all the teasing I’d been putting myself through, and the prospect of what I was about to do.

With my other hand I slide a finger deep into my cunt, then add another, sliding them in and out, twisting them inside me to reach every spot I can. It’s not long before it isn’t enough and I grab the dildo that’s at my side.

It’s rather large, especially the head and I always have trouble sliding it in. I run it up and down against my lips first, getting it good and wet. Then placing the head at my entrance I gasp as the largest part slips into me. Then as it slides in deeper i feel it filling me up and it feels so good.

Not as good as a real cock, but it’s so hard and unyielding.

Then the spin cycle kicks in. The vibrations of the washing machine seem to make the fucking more intense as I slowly slide it in and out of myself. I can feel them washing over me, relaxing me, making every part of my body vibrate.

At first it’s enough to enjoy the glass cock, but eventually I need to play with my clit too.

I found myself laying back as far as I could, fucking myself hard with that glass cock as an orgasm wells up. I couldn’t even have held it back if I’d wanted to. I cried out, begging to the empty room to be fucked and came so hard. I felt my cunt tighten around the dildo until I couldn’t move it. I just let it fill me as my orgasm washed over me.

I heard myself mewling like a cat as I came down but I wasn’t done yet.

As I relaxed I began fucking myself hard again and was quickly overcome with another orgasm even harder than the first one. If I said anything I wouldn’t even know what it was.

All I know is when I came down the washer had stopped. I gathered my clothes and cleaned up all traces that I’d been there. Drove home with my cum still wet between my thighs.