How my first creampie felt

I’m getting close to Aunt Flo’s monthly visit and wanted to have sex one last time before she got here. We’re in the middle of things and I’ve already cum once, but I suddenly have the overwhelming desire to have him cum inside of me. I ask him if he wants to and he says “yes.”



Well, he couldn’t cum. This sometimes happens, he tires out before he can finish, no big deal, so we go on about our day. But I keep thinking about how close we were, how much I want his cum deep inside of me, filling me up. I think about it all day and stay in a perpetual state of horniness.


He works nights so we have opposite sleep schedules, but on his days off I’ve been asking him to cuddle with me to help me get to sleep, and then he can go do whatever he wants to pass the night. Last night was no different, and as we’re cuddling in bed, my pussy is starving. All I can think about is that his dick is right there, inches from my hand. I can imagine him inside of me, filling me up and I. Need. It.

I roll over on top of him and kiss him a few times.

“We have two problems,” I whispered to him. “One, I’m horny.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Then I shimmy up right next to his ear.

“And I can’t stop thinking about you cumming inside of me. Think you can help me with my problems?”


“I wasn’t planning on it,” he answers after a brief pause.

Now usually, I don’t press him when he turns me down. No means no, and consent is sexy. But last night, I NEEDED him, I NEEDED his cum, so I rolled off and looked at him.

“You know I don’t usually press you to have sex,” I said, “but I need you.”

He looks over at me and I think I hear a tinge of amusement in his voice.

“I could be convinced.”

Game on.


I took off my t-shirt and shimmied up so that I could kiss him while laying on my side/partially on top of him.

“Give me your hand,” I instructed.


He did, and I placed it on my breast for him to fondle while I got to work. I started kissing him as I traced my hand down his body to his basketball shorts. As he squeezed and caressed my boob, I started rubbing his dick through his shorts and boxer briefs. I gently squeezed the outline as I slowly moved up and down. After a few moments, I worked for my hand between his shorts and underwear to stroke him between the two fabrics. At this point, he started running his thumb over my nipple, flicking it and pinching it between his fingers like he knows drives me crazy. I moaned and gasped softly against his lips as I continued stroking him, applying firmer and firmer pressure. Then I went underneath his underwear to stroke his bare cock firmly, up and down until he was nice and hard for me.


I pulled away from him and tugged on his shorts twice so that he knew to take them off. Once he had, I made my way down the bed to his cock, kissing and licking the tip. I licked the underside, at the seam where the head meets the shaft, then popped his whole cockhead in my mouth, sucking gently and working my tongue over it as I bobbed my head ever so slightly. In response, he put his hand firmly on the back of my head, not pushing me down but rather a sign for me to keep going.


I took his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, moving up and down until it hit the back of my throat. He’s a bit too big for me to deep throat comfortably, so whatever didn’t fit in my mouth I wrapped my hand around and stroke. Using my tongue to apply extra pressure, I sucked and boobed and licked until I felt him get even harder and his legs shook a bit. Then I pulled away and looked up at him, still stroking his cock with my hand.


“Are you convinced yet,” I asked him, my voice low?

“Maybe” he replied.

“Do you want me to keep convincing you?”

He replied with “I don’t care,” his favorite non-answer, so I went back to his head, licking and kissing it as I stroked the rest of his cock. I drew his cockhead into my mouth for a moment, then asked him again.

“Do you want me to keep convincing you?”


“Yes,” he finally replied, his voice a bit dazed and filled with pleasure.

I took him back into my mouth as deep as I could, then continued to bob up and down. I ran my tongue over his cock a few more times until I felt he was ready to burst, then I sat up and removed my shorts and underwear as he took off his t-shirt.

When I laid back down on the bed, he was immediately on top of me. Before I could say anything, I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance. As he slowly pressed into me, I felt my tight pussy start to stretch to fit his large cock inside. Except I was warmed up but not ready (if you know what I mean), so I winced at the sharp pain.

“Wait,” I tapped him on the shoulder. “I think you need to touch me a bit first.”

He pulled mostly out, leaving the head of his cock just inside of me, and reached down to rub my clit in firm, circular motions like I do when I’m alone. Then he started thrusting the head of his cock so that he never really was full out of my pussy, but so that my hole was constantly being teased and stretched. Usually, if I’m not totally ready for full-on PiV yet, he’ll pull out and we’ll go back to foreplay until I beg for his cock, but not this time. I think I convinced him a bit too well.


“Is your head still inside of me?” I gasped as I was overcome with pleasure.

“Uh-huh,” he moaned into my ear, continuing his onslaught on my entrance and clit.

All I could do is moan as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. He doesn’t know this, but the thought of wrecking my pussy and asshole, stretching them, and gaping/ruining them forever is another kink of mine, so him focusing on my entrance, stretching and torturing it with the head of his cock drove me wild.

“Oh God, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.


At that, he thrust fully into me, driving in deep and filling me up with his cock. He started thrusting hard and fast, pounding me into the mattress as his fingers continued circling my clit. I thrust my hips to meet his furious onslaught, pump for the pump, stroke for stroke.


“Don’t cum yet. You wait until I say so,” he growled in my ear.

He’s never said that to me before, and he knows what it does to me when he’s more dominant/forceful like that. As he continued to thrust into me fast, hard, and deep while still firmly attacking my clit, I knew I couldn’t keep myself from cumming.

“[Name], I can’t stop, please let me cum, please [Name], please let me cum, Oh God, I can’t stop it, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…fuck, I’m cumming, let me cum, I’m cumming I’m cumm—”


With a choked moan, my legs involuntarily drew up around him as I thrust my hips to meet his one last time. My whole body seemed to explode and tingle like I was on fire. With a final moan of his own, he collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.

“Did you cum?” I asked. My own orgasm was so intense that I didn’t feel anything.

“Oh yeah,” he answered.

“Inside?”

“Yep.”

My body seemed to erupt again like I could go another round, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“So how does it compare to cumming on my stomach?” I asked.

“It’s less messy, that’s for sure.”

“Well, which do you like better?” I pressed him.

“I don’t know yet,” he answered me. “Gonna have to keep trying and collect more evidence before I can make that decision.”


As we lay there, his dick, now soft and spent, fell out of my pussy and I could feel his cum drip out. As I type this now, the day after, I wonder how much of it is still in there, and whether or not I can get him to give me another load tonight when he wakes up.


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