Unexpected and Unintended Creampie With a Random Houseguest [MF]

*Ages referenced are from the time of the encounter.*

As college students are inclined to do, my roommates and I (M22) threw quite a few parties. Four of us lived in a rented house on a hill where privacy was abundant and we had no noise concerns. We became the de facto spot for gatherings of all sizes.

A mutual friend of the roommates, Nick, was coming to the area to visit and we said we would throw a bit of a bash for him while he stayed with us. From there, it was standard operating procedure – we got a variety of cheap spirits, some beer, chips & dip, etc. All the while we sent texts to our regular group of friends to let them know we’d be hosting again, to bring some booze and to let us know if they’d be bringing anyone else.

Nick was a bit of an odd bird. Always fancied himself a ladies man, despite a flimsy relationship with successfully wooing women. In a stroke of genius, he invited about 15 women he’d once hooked up with or hoped to hook up with in the future. “It’s a numbers game,” he’d say. He wasn’t wrong, but it put some stress on us as hosts.

The night of the party rolls around, and roughly half of the women he invited showed up, and a few of those that did skittered off early in the night, having quickly picked up on his “brilliant” ploy to shoot fish in a barrel. This left him with Ashley (F21) who he’d met a couple years prior, and her friend Mandy (F20), who Nick hadn’t met before, but he has his sights set on her.

Of note, Nick considered himself a student of “The Game,” a pick-up artist book that early-aughts men held in biblical revere. I never gave it more than a cursory glance at his suggestion, but he went all in. And it was painful to witness.

Sometime during the party I went to our garage fridge to get another beer, and went around the side yard to the backyard. I could hear Nick speaking to Ashley and Mandy, and betting with them on some sort “Guess the Number” trickery while simultaneously negging them. Clearly firing on all cylinders from The Game.

I stopped just past the shadows of the side yard and caught Ashley’s eye. She’s was beautiful and petite, barely over 5’1″, with cartoonishly big brown eyes and brown hair. She gave me a subtle eye roll and a half smile as Nick fumbled every opportunity to turn his evening around. I was just about to pop over and try to usher the conversation into a more palatable direction when Ashley piped up.

“I need another drink, I’m going inside!”

She came my way and we stepped back into the shadows. “What the fuck is he doing?!” Ashley half whispered to me, just quiet enough to stay drowned out by our shitty outdoor speaker.

“I really don’t know, it’s tough to watch,” I replied, half laughing.

We moseyed into the garage to get her another beer. We had only met briefly earlier in the night, so we made some small talk about our studies and hobbies and the usual superficial topics before joining the majority of our guests in the house.

The rest of the evening went as you’d expect: drinking games, Guitar Hero, general goofing off. Ashley and I chatted briefly a few more times, and while I found her absolutely stunning, I didn’t think much of our interactions.

As night wound down, Ashley and Mandy were getting walking to their car when Nick jogged out for one last Hail Mary attempt with Mandy. I followed and stopped at our front patio, but kept watching for my own entertainment. I noticed Ashley was lingering a bit with them, so I peeked out to get her attention and waved her over.

She walked up the walkway and smiled, “Oh what…what you want my number?!”

I was a bit stunned and laughed, and said “Well yeah, when you put it that way, absolutely! But I called you over here so Nick can try to get Mandy’s number.”

Ashley just laughed and said something about him never having a chance, and that she’d warned Mandy about Nick’s silly games on the drive down.

“Alright, well, good luck to him I guess,” I said, trying to rid myself of any further conversation about Nick. “My phone is dead upstairs, but I have a pen and paper in my desk. You can put your number on that.”

“Let’s go!” Ashley replied. “So ‘old school’ making me write my number on paper,” she teased while slapping my arm.

We quickly made our way to my room as something primal took over us. What was an innocuous, friendly connection became filled with lust and overwhelming urges.

In a flash, the bedroom door slammed shut, and she grabbed the back of my neck to pull me down to kiss her. I’m just shy of 5’10”, built a bit stocky, but I keep myself in good shape so I lifted her small frame with ease, pinned her against the door, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as our tongues danced together. The door rattled against the frame as I ran my hands over her thighs and up under her shirt, finding my way up her slim torso and up over her bra. Ashley bucked her hips against me as I reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and push it up over her tits. They were as perky as I’d hoped.

I pinched her tiny pink nipples with my fingers as she broke our kiss and let out a sigh in my ear, and ran her hands though my hair. I was hard as a rock by now, and could hardly think straight.

I uttered one word: “Fuck?”

I saw her nod. “Yeah… Yeah,” she moaned between heavy pants. I turned around and dropped her onto her back on my bed, with her legs hanging off the edge. I took off my shirt as she pulled off her top and bra and flung them toward the only light glowing in my room. I briefly took a moment to suck on her nipples as we unbuckled our own pants.

Time was not on our side – Mandy was stuck outside, certainly waiting for us, so we never bothered to remove our shoes. It posed a bit of logistical issue, but we powered through. With my pants around my ankles, I reached to my nightstand to grab a condom. I tore open the pack and rolled the condom over my cock, faster and smoother than ever before. I felt like a god. Everything was humming along perfectly.

Ashley pulled her knees up to her chest and slipped her thumbs under her waistband to pull her jeans and panties to her calves. I got a glimpse of her perfectly tanned ass and her puffy pussy lips already glistening. I knew she needed to get going, so I resisted the urge to bend down to taste her and delay us further.

With her feet together near my shoulder, I grabbed both her ankles with my left hand, and rested them on my left shoulder. I used my other hand to guide my cock toward her pussy lips. We both let out a guttural moan as I pushed myself into her with ease, burying the entire length of my cock in her with one quick motion.

I pulled back slowly before pushing fully into her again as I adjusted us to the corner of my bed. I looped my arm around her thighs to pull her to the edge and closer to me. She was on her back, legs together, with her legs to my left, and I used my right hand to grab behind her neck for more leverage.

And I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. I gave her every inch of me with every stroke, almost fully pulling out each time before sliding back into her. I looked down to watch the girth of my cock spreading her lips with each thrust, each thrust prompting a moan or a grunt from Ashley. The warmth of her pussy drew me ever closer to cumming. I bent down to kiss her as my strokes grew shorter but more I intense. I let go of her legs and let her lower body lay fully sideways. I brought my other hand around her neck and clasped both hands together.

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered, while pulling her closer, our eyes fully locked on each other.

For a second time that night she ran her fingers through my hair, but this time pulled tightly.

“Go…cum…just go,” she whispered back, closing her eyes and letting out a long, pleasured moan.

It was all I needed to hear, and I went back to full strokes. Our bodies slammed and smacked against each other, interspersed with the sweet wet sounds of her pussy taking me in.

Her pussy grew warmer and warmer with my strokes and I finally released my load, throbbing inside her with each spurt of cum while she clenched herself around me.

I paused for only a second before grasping for the base of the condom and pulling myself out of her. Only to find a thin piece of rubber at the base of my dick.

I stammered out a meek “um….” as Ashley looked at me curiously. “Uhh, I think the condom broke…Or, well, it definitely did break.”

She sighed and laid her head back on the bed.

“Are you on birth control?” I asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Fuck, what do you want to do?”

She leaned up on her elbows, “Can you keep going? I already have to get Plan B tomorrow, let’s just go again.”

I was caught off guard bit it was all I needed to hear to maintain my erection and start round two.

I tore off the tattered scraps of condom, turned her over on the bed to get a view of her plump ass. With her legs still bound together by the jeans now around her ankles, I slid my dick back into her pussy, now a lovely shade of pink with anticipation and friction. It felt better than I could have imagined, knowing that I could fuck her raw with my cum still resting deep inside her. She let out a slight “huuunghh” as I entered her…

And her phone started ringing.

She put her her face in her hands. “Fuck that’s Mandy, I know it.”

I pulled out of her, heartbroken for I knew what was to come.

Ashley answered the phone. “Yeah I’m upstairs, I’ll be right down!”

She hung up and fumbled with her pants, pulling them around her waist and relapsing her bra.

“Don’t you want to clean up before you go?” I asked.

“No,” she replied “she sounds annoyed. It is what it is.”

And with that, I pulled up my pants, and searched frantically for a pen. I couldn’t find anything, so I asked Ashley if I could text myself from her phone so I’d have her number once I got it charged again.

She agreed, gave me a quick kiss, and was off like lightning. Nary a word was spoken about the second session we never got to complete.

I plugged in my phone, showered off, and got myself into bed, ready to tug one out to the memory of the evening when I heard my phone buzz.

“I just got home, thanks for tonight! I didn’t tell Mandy what happened, but I think she can figure it out.”

And a few minutes later: “Also, you were leaking out of me the whole ride home!”

That text alone was enough material for me to finish myself off for the evening and pass out.

Ashley texted me the next day. A picture of herself naked in the mirror, holding a pack of Plan B. “As promised!” she wrote. I thanked her for following through, but I never had any doubts – neither of us wanted a kid anyhow, that much was clear.

A week later, she sent me another nude and I asked when we’d get to meet up for another session.

She never replied and we never spoke again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11pt2k4/unexpected_and_unintended_creampie_with_a_random