[f22/m22] – what is a creampie? – [friends to lovers][creampie][doggy style][exhibitionist][breeding kink][teasing][caught]

*We were friends for almost a decade,and I never thought I’d want him to cum in me so badly*

I think what I liked most about Ed was the way he made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe. We sat on the couch that night, sharing bottles of beer after I trekked home from the city for a Christmas weekend visit. We were at our friend Kyle’s house, the usual haunt of all our gatherings. We were both twenty-two and basking in our young adult life together like this, despite never being anything more than platonic.

I had missed Ed and all things about him, his warm smile and dry delivery of the most clever lines. Every time I visited home, he was a little bit stronger, still hulking over me at least a foot, but also growing built from his new labor-heavy job. I had changed too. My fears of fully committing to myself had lifted, and I expressed myself freely in style, with confidence. We had both graduated college at that point, me using my degree, him not. I listened intently as he caught me up on his life, then I bared stories of my journeys and tribulations. We laughed until I found myself resting my head sleepily against his shoulder, with everyone else in the house already asleep. The TV played Simpsons re-runs, and we quietly chuckled, barely watching the screen. Instead, I suppressed breathy laughs into his deeply worn hoodie. We were too drunk and high to feel any motivation for movement, so instead, we challenged ourselves to whisper-giggle softly.

I had known Ed for many years. Now, as adults, I had noticed a more self-assured swagger to Ed’s demeanor, with his flirtatious charisma at the forefront of his being. We were finally both single at the same time, and that night, at the yearly friend Christmas party, he had loosened up enough to finally be more forward with his movements, unafraid to lean in close to talk to me over the previously rowdy atmosphere of the party. Ed and I were usually the last ones to fall asleep at these things, maintaining the energy of a sleepover. Neither of us ever wanted the night to end, but we were both fading out. Jokes petered out into a comfortable silence, and Ed wrapped his arm around me, stroking the bare skin on my shoulder softly.

The TV flashed to commercial abruptly, the colors of a diaper ad contrasting with the bright cartoon palette. The babies sat and clapped their hands, likely staring just off camera at their mothers. Only twenty-two, I had really not been thinking about babies of my own at all, nor did I think I could be influenced by any sort of evolutionary urge to procreate at any point in my life. But, I couldn’t deny the adorable smiles and cheerful tone of the voiceover, calling out to the doting parents of the world. Through all my cynicism, this advertisement broke through my apathetic barrier and made me start feeling wistful about getting pregnant, an impulse that shocked me, but was intriguing. I stared at Ed, his gaze towards the TV as well, probably wondering what had transfixed me so intensely.

I whispered in his ear.

“Do you think you’d ever want to have kids one day?”

He looked over at me incredulously and laughed.

“I mean, I guess – what’s the bit? I’m afraid of what you’re going to ask next.”

“No, no bit. The commercial just made me think about what it’d be like to have a baby. I think I have mixed opinions.”

He reached for the remote, taking great effort to do so without removing his arm from my shoulder, then turned the volume down to a lower setting.

“I mean, I think everyone probably has mixed feelings about having a baby before they do it. It’s a huge fucking responsibility, obviously. Seeing that ad freaks me out. They make ‘em look like props in the ads, but I’m sure the entire crew was holding their breaths hoping one wouldn’t start crying and set off a chain reaction of screaming.”

I nodded and readjusted my posture, feeling a drunken boldness peaking in my body at that moment. I wasn’t trashed, but my filter had given up for the evening.

“It does seem like the type of thing where the idea is super fun. I mean…yeah, there’s the whole ‘making the baby’ thing. That’s the part I’m most interested in…I can only imagine how fun it is to want a baby and then just fuck your partner with a purpose…”

Ed’s shoulder muscles noticeably stiffened, sitting up a little straighter against the couch cushion. He considered the optics of his response intensely. I could immediately tell he wasn’t the type of dude who normally engaged in dirty talk, and he was struggling. A blush spread across my cheeks noticing this shy trepidation. I had always possessed a fetish for making men solve my riddles.

“Hmm.”

He cleared his throat.

“I…I’ve, yeah I guess I’ve never thought about that part before.”

“Oh, which part have you thought about?”

He shifted in his seat, chuckling nervously as I assumed he pondered how honestly he should answer my question.

“Well, hah..fuck. I mean, everyone likes the thought of…you know, cumming inside.”

I giggled, partially in shock to hear those words in his voice. They were so objectively vanilla, but coming from him, it felt like he had just admitted some scandalous fetish. The reality of Ed being a sexual being became very real, and the mental images I never had expected started flooding my head.

I must’ve paused in my reverie for too long; Ed grew anxious.

“Is that not the answer you wanted to hear?”

“No, no. I feel the same way. Except, well, obviously – being on the receiving end of it. I don’t know if guys realize women can feel it shooting up inside. And the way a cock pulses when it’s cumming inside makes me want to cum.”

As soon as I said it, I shrunk down in slight embarrassment. The words had just slipped out, pure word association, accidentally stumbling into some true feelings I had towards the topic. It was too late to retract my statement. Ed still hadn’t responded, just shifted on the cushion more. I didn’t even want to look at him. I had probably sprinted across a line of acceptable conversation for our level of intimacy.

“Are you trying to get me hard or something?”

I bit my lip. I wasn’t trying to do anything, but his question fulfilled its own prophecy as I began to consciously hope he was getting hard thinking about this.

“I’m just talking about the commercial, is all.”

I giggled as Ed pulled me in closer to him, his strong hands grasping harder. He laughed, starting to fully understand the gravity of the tease.

“I don’t think there were creampies in the diaper commercial.”

“What’s a creampie?”

He slid my slouchy sweater off my shoulder and slipped his hand under my bra strap, starting to push it off my shoulder. Maybe it was a little bit of punishment. Was he trying to make me wet, join him in agonizing sexual tension? He was too late for that. I was already soaking through my leggings, having gone commando to this little gathering. There had been no plan for me to end up in this position, and it felt very advantageous now. Ed could easily slide his hand inside of my pants and find a sopping wet pussy waiting for him.

Gracefully, Ed reached around my back and unhooked my bra with one hand, leading to small goosebumps spreading down my spine. Now looser, he pulled the cups over my breasts, letting them free.

While delicately running his finger across my clavicle, he leaned in to whisper. With every few words, he moved his hand lower on my chest, beginning to massage my breast.

“Well, when a couple is trying to have a baby, they don’t use a rubber. The cum has gotta go somewhere, right? Imagine I’m trying to get you pregnant. I’m not going to pull out, right? I’m gonna finish deep inside of you until it leaks out onto the bed. That’s a creampie.”

I moaned, feeling definite intentionality in his word choice, the future tense, both of us predicted to end up somewhere in a bed together.

“Shhh. Don’t let them hear.”

I whimpered and leaned into his touch, every part of me feeling warm and ignited. His fingers pinched my nipple tenderly and twisted it, using it as a tool to lift my breast up and jiggle it, still concealed underneath the fabric of my sweater. His actions grew more intense, fondling me with unbridled intensity. He used both hands to pull me closer to him for full range of motion, complete access to my round, full bust. I was a puddle whenever a man paid great attention to my nipples, and Ed stood out as one of the hungriest lovers I had encountered.

It seemed Ed was starting to lose some of his composure to his own lustful thoughts, devouring the experience. His voice sounded breathy, sometimes pausing in between words to release a small, staggered breath.

“I can’t believe I’m actually getting to feel your tits like this…I’ve…they’re so nice and soft. I wish I could see them.”

I paused for a moment, eyes scanning the room to analyze just how asleep our friends were. They all seemed incredibly passed out, surrounded by bottles. One of them snored heartily as he lay back in the reclining chair. It seemed safe enough to take a risk or two. There could always be plausible deniability, or we could convince them it had all been a dream if they had the balls to bring it up the next day.

Moving quickly, I pulled up the hem of my sweater over my chest, flashing my breasts and shimmying my shoulders to make them shake slightly. Ed’s mouth fell agape, sitting motionless for a few seconds. He snapped himself back into reality quickly, reaching forward to rub both his thumbs over my hardened nipples. Unexpectedly, he lifted me off the couch and onto his lap. My sneaky moans encouraged him to start groping my bare breasts again, massaging them more before pressing his face in and kissing. His soft lips against such sensitive skin made my toes curl in pleasure. My nipples had never been harder.

But cruelly, Ed pulled his head back and readjusted my shirt for privacy. It was too much in front of them, too conspicuous. We would have to adjust to more secretive things. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over our laps in order for me to get away with my next plan: touch him, rub his cock, feel how hard he’s gotten throughout this entire conversation.

I slid my hand slowly into the waistband of his joggers, already noticing the needy bulge that was beginning to raise the elastic up. I think he had already tucked his cock secretly when I had made him hard during some other part of the night. That thought thrilled me deeply. Had he slipped away to the bathroom to pray he would soften up soon and not arise too much suspicion, the precum he had to wipe away with some toilet paper before washing his hands and slinking back into the group.

“I wanna stroke your cock. Just inside your pants right now.”

His body tensed in thrill, and he nodded, leaning back into the cushion to accept his fate. Reaching into his boxers, I finally felt Ed’s firm, predictably leaking cock, decently large and, perhaps, scarily thick for someone as tight as me. It throbbed in my hand, so I grasped confidently, slowly stroking from mid-shaft up to the tip, lingering on the head. Each one of Ed’s whimpers made me want to increase my pace, threaten him with blowing his load too early for the fun to truly start. The whimpers turned into hushed moans as I milked his cock, hopefully giving him an experience he had never been able to find before. He had finally revealed something: he clearly had fantasized about me in the past. A delayed feeling of infatuation flooded me, this quiet thought that had stayed patiently dormant for years. I wanted him to be so dirty with me, fill me up the way he had described. I murmured in his ear sweetly while continuing my task.

“Ed, can we make a baby right now? I want you to fuck me so bad. I need your fucking cock. Give me your fucking cum so I can feel it drip out of me.”

He thrust his cock into my hand involuntarily, groaning.

“Fuuckk yess. Wait – are you on the pill or something?”

“Duh. Stop breaking the fantasy.”

With a laugh, he started to fuck my hand harder, clumsily reaching to feel my breasts again.

“Well. I want to fuck you raw. I’m gonna stretch you out so I can fit my fat load all inside of you so I can watch you squeeze it out.”

I automatically began to stand, grabbing Ed’s hand to lead him away from the shared space. He looked at me, excitedly curious about where we would go. Up the stairs, we walked past Kyle’s family’s rooms, down to the end where Kyle’s room sat.

Ed paused, considering for a moment.

“Are you sure?”

“He once fingered Helena in our dorm room while I was like, five feet away trying to sleep. We’ll be even.”

Ed followed me through the door, and I locked it behind us. We were finally able to kiss each other, hungry tongues dancing in each other’s mouth letting out years of frustration in the form of low moans. Immediately, our clothes flew off, tossed in random spots across the floor. We stood in front of each other, vulnerably naked, sizing each other up.

Ed wasn’t toned with definition like some guys, rather, his work-strong muscles showed his obvious functional strength. With every second I stared at him, he soaked it up, and his cock grew harder. He could tell I was worshipping him. Maybe he knew I thought his appearance added to this exact fantasy, me soaking up the sperm of a hard working man, a provider. Give me a baby, Ed. Fill me up. Give me that fucking cock and stop making me wait. I broke the silence first.

“Should I get on the bed?”

“Yes.”

We locked lips again and swayed over to the bed, Ed pulling me down on top of him and gently sucking on my neck. His hand found its way to my pussy, and he rubbed dutifully. He was clearly more experienced than I had given him credit for, or perhaps he was just a natural. Either way, I felt myself grinding against his hand, rubbing my needy clit even harder against him. The way he stroked me felt so deliberate, scrambling my mind and reducing me to nonsense syllables and groans.

“You like that, beautiful?”

I nodded and sounded pitiful in my response.

“Yes, yes – so much.”

In contrast, Ed’s words intensified.

“Good. Can I lick your clit now? You’re so fucking wet for me. I can’t believe how much you want my babies. You wish I could cum six times in a row just so there could be an ocean of cum.”

There was nothing more I wanted in that moment than him making me cum, in any way, shape, or form. The fact that he wanted to go down on me just made it that much better. Something told me he was going to leave me as a withered sloppy mess after sucking on my clit.

I was more than correct. With one swift movement, he lifted me up and onto his chest, then angled my pussy forward towards his mouth. He wanted me to ride his face, and I was more than wiling to fulfill that fantasy for him. Holding onto the wall next to me, I rocked my hips back and forth against his tongue. He started slowly, just administering a few calculated licks. I started to quiver, mumbling to myself to release the air trapped in my chest.

“Please. Please. Please. Please. More.”

Ed licked faster, drawing circles and other shapes to tempt me into my first orgasm with him. His warm breath against my cunt felt like home, almost as though we had done this a hundred times before. He was so immediately in tune to exactly the pace and patterns that would make me cum hard and fast. While he sucked on my clit, I felt the sweeping wave of an orgasm make my pussy pulse and contract.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Ed’s hand flew up to my mouth to suppress my pleasured screams that I could not think to contain.

“You’re gonna need to shut up, babe. You’re going to wake them up with those pretty moans of yours.”

“I’m sorry, Ed. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just be quiet and put your face in that pillow. I’m going to bend you over and fuck that drenched pussy of yours.”

I listened. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. It wasn’t in my character to let a man give me such stern directions like this. Maybe it was something about the fantasy that he was playing so well, a certain unlearnable characteristic that made him fit the mold so well. He was strong but projected safety. The commands felt like leadership, not disrespect. I felt completely assured I could rely on him to tell me what we would be doing, let him decide which way he would want to fill me up.

He had decided he wanted to fuck me from behind, his final area on my body left to explore. My ass was curvy and thick, curving at the sides like a heart. He wanted to grab onto my hips and own me. I whimpered in impatience while I looked over my shoulder to him.

“Please, Ed, will you fuck me now?”

I barely finished my sentence before his cock was pushed inside of me, stretching out my walls wide to allow for his girth. We were greatly helped by my natural lubrication and Ed’s spit on my cunt. I was a messy, sticky hole he craved. I threw my head back and groaned as I felt every inch of him thrusting in and out. I had not had sex without a condom in a very long time, and there were feelings I forgot came with the experience. The direct head of his cock tickled the ridge of my g-spot, making me gasp. There were few men who could truly bring me to orgasm through vaginal sex alone, but it seemed like Ed could be the perfect candidate.

I thrust my hips backwards to ride his cock, both of us partially fighting for control and dominance. Who could fuck the other person harder? Did he really think I couldn’t fuck him because I don’t have a dick? I had the power of my lower body strength and a deep understanding of how to make a man cum hard inside of me.

I focused hard on his thrusts, feeling each electric shock of anticipation flicker from my clit to down my legs. I was going to cum from this, any moment now. It felt like my g-spot was being rubbed at any point during his thrust because of how thick he was, just a constant sensation of satisfaction bubbling over.

He fucked me with urgency, nails digging into my nips, taking short breaks to slap my ass hard and then lean down to kiss it. At times, when bent over, he coyly flicked his tongue over my asshole. I could tell his cock was at the hardest it could get, pulsing and ready to release his entire self into my pussy. The thought of this sent me over the edge; my entire body twitched against and around him, tightening the already small hole he roughly pounded.

“Fuck, fuck, Ed. I’m cumming!”

He fucked me through my orgasm, lowering his hands to my thighs and squeezing as hard as he could. My cunt begged for his cum; I felt it contracting around his cock tightly. I quickly peeked over my shoulder to see his face, and his expression told me everything I needed to know. I could tell he was about to cum. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open in bliss. He thrusted three times, extremely deeply, using his entire force to make my entire body shake.

His voice cracked as he spoke.

“I’m gonna fucking cum. Tell me you want it.”

“Give me all your fucking cum. I want it. I want it more than anything. I’ve been waiting for this. I’m yours, Ed. I’m yours.”

That was all it took to send him over the edge. He stopped thrusting momentarily through the initial rope. I could swear I felt it hit my cervix. He pumped a few more times through every other spurt, trying not to pull too much of his cum out in the process. He leaned over with one final rope and wrapped his arms around my waist, letting his cock soften inside of me. Once he was soft, he quickly pulled out and flipped me over.

“Flex your pussy now. I know you’re pretty skilled at it from what you just showed me.”

I giggled and opened my legs wide so he could see the full show. Pushing downwards, I felt the warm cum dripping out of me in thick globs, collecting in a puddle on the sheet below me. After the final drop slid down my thighs, Ed leaned forward to swipe some cum off the bed. He extended his hand to me and offered. Lovingly, I stuck out my tongue and cleaned up every last bit of the delicious cum off his fingers.

We collapsed onto the bed after both our heart rates had finally returned to normal, falling asleep despite our truest intentions to get dressed and return to the couch. Unfortunately, we were still spooning nakedly in bed when the morning sun roused Kyle, prompting him to venture up to his room and collect himself. To his surprise, he encountered a locked door, which he opened externally with a wrench. Oops.

“Are you guys fucking kidding me?! Ugh, I knew this would happen. Get off my bed!”

Wide eyed, I stole the comforter and wrapped it around myself to maintain some false dignity in front of Kyle. Of course, Ed chuckled at the scorn and casually re-dressed himself.

Kyle stormed into the room, expressing disgust one he saw his cum covered sheet.

“Did you fucking jizz on my bed?!”

Ed glanced at me knowingly, and we broke into uncontrollable giggles.

Kyle sighed angrily, then stormed off.

To be kind, I stripped the bed and ran a load of laundry for Kyle. Penance. I lingered in the laundry room, watching the linens spin on the antibacterial cycle. Ed’s cum was still in me, and I would savor it until the last bit soaked into my leggings.

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