This is the follow up to [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hu8rb/fm_craving_creampies_and_rough_face_fucks/), from later in the same day.
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After receiving a rather rough face fuck, I’d gone upstairs and flopped myself on the living room couch to recuperate. I was exhausted, and my throat genuinely hurt, so I thought I’d lie there and watch random YT videos until I regained some energy. But I was apparently more wiped out than I realized: at some point my eyes closed and I slipped asleep.
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The sound of a text startles me awake–I lift my head from a little puddle of drool on the couch pillow. Ugh.
The text is from my fuck buddy Anthony: a cute, hung, Hispanic college student that I’ve been fucking for a while. He says that he’s free now and asks if I still want him to come over.
As I read the words “come over,” I’m suddenly acutely aware of my craving for a creampie. I can almost feel my pussy twitching, as if it’s desperately looking for a cock. I respond to his text, perhaps a bit too desperately:
* “Yeah, I’m ready now! Please come over as soon as you can.”
* “should I bring condoms ?”
* “Haha noooo!”
* “ok I’m coming”
Now I just have to wait the agonizing few minutes it takes for him to get to my place. In the mean time, I head to the bathroom, wash my face, brush my hair, use some mouthwash, and freshen up a bit. I put on a new shirt and panties, even though I know they’ll be off soon.
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Anthony knocks loudly on the front door, and I head over to let him in. I close the door behind him and take a moment to survey his body. He looks good!
He’s always had a stocky sort of build, but over the past few months some of the chubbiness has been replaced with muscle. But more importantly, he’s still fat where it counts: I instinctively reach down and fondle the fat bulge that’s stretching down one side of his jeans. Ugh, I love this guy!
I move closer to Anthony, my hand still massaging his bulge. In response, he moves his hands to my ass, squeezing it through my underwear. I can’t help myself: I want to kiss him. I lean in and kiss him once on the lips. He looks slightly surprised, but answers with a kiss of his own; this time I part my lips and let his fat tongue inside my mouth. We stay like this for a few moments, our bodies pressed together, our hands groping, and one tongue moving against the other.
I break our kiss. I’m feeling a bit intimate so, rather than ripping our clothes off and fucking right there by the door, I lead him upstairs to my bedroom. Once we’re inside the bedroom, I unbutton his shirt and pull it off of him, and then do the same to his jeans. He removes his shoes and pulls his jeans completely off, and then slides off his underwear.
He’s fully naked in front of me. For a few moments I let my hands travel over his body, feeling his arms and his chest and his thick thighs. And then nestled between them, there it is: that overly-fat dick and its corresponding pair of overly-big balls, the whole package still somewhat stuck in place, as if his jeans were still holding it there.
I slide my hand under the package, almost peeling the balls from his thigh. My hand cradles the big things, and then moves to his fat, still semi-soft shaft. I lower to my knees and plant a few kisses along it, and then a few more in the scant bed of pubes above it. Then I move to suck on the head briefly, before taking the entire soft, meaty shaft into my mouth and nursing on it for a few moments. I just want a taste.
At this point Anthony asks to see me, so I stand up and remove my shirt and panties, and stand naked in front of him. Once more he plants a firm grasp on my ass and we make out until he stops and asks: “do you want me to eat you out?” What a gentleman!
I move to the bed and sit against the headboard, my legs bent up and spread, my pussy on full display for him. Anthony cups his hand over my fat labia and squeezes slightly–it does nothing for me, but he seems to love how fat my external lips are. Seconds later, he spreads them and dives in.
As far as I know, Anthony still isn’t sleeping with anyone else, so it’s clear that his tongue doesn’t quite know its way around a vulva yet. I guide him a bit, encouraging him to lick up from the entrance, to flatten his tongue here and there, and to spend extra time on my clit. When he reaches that spot, I ask him to swirl his tongue around it; and although I’m far from an orgasm, it feels good enough that I’m compelled to close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
A few times he releases his tongue, presses my lips together, and sucks on them gently as if cleaning juice from a peach. Again, that particular move isn’t doing a ton for me, but I love that he loves it. And anyway, I soon enough put my hand on his head and force him back down into my pussy.
He continues to lick and slurp, and eventually I ask him to push his tongue inside me. The tip of his tongue enters my vagina, and moves around the entrance, before exiting and slurping back up to my clit. Meanwhile, as Anthony’s tongue exits my vagina, two of his fingers replace it. I instruct him to hook them upward, and the sensation, combined with the swirling of his tongue over my clit, almost makes me cum. Almost.
A little too soon, Anthony removes himself from my pussy and pulls out his fingers. He opens his fingers and seems mesmerized by the liquid trail connecting them as they spread them apart. He puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks some of my wetness off of them, and then places them in *my* mouth, and I do the same.
I pull him up to my face and make out with him; I can taste my pussy on him, a lightly acidic and sweet flavor that coats his tongue. When the flavor has dissipated from his tongue, I kiss the remaining damp vestiges of it from the skin around his lips.
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After I finish cleaning his face, the naked man on top of me sits back on his legs, and my eyes instinctively travel down to the fat brown package hanging between them. He’s still semi-soft, but I can see precum dripping out of the head, and several wet spots on the bed where it’s collected. I feel a strange pang of despair; that precum should be in *me*, not my sheets!
I reposition myself so that I can lick the sweet liquid spilling out from his dick, and then I spend a few minutes nursing on the thing to get it hard. Soon enough, Anthony’s eggplant, complete with uncessarily thick shaft and purplish head, is standing at full attention.
“I need you in my pussy,” I tell the man.
I sit back against the headboard, legs again bent up and spread apart; then I slide forward, flattening my body and bringing my pussy closer to Anthony, who at this point is still sitting back on his legs. He crawls on top of me–his hard dick sticks out and bounces as he moves, sprinkling precum on my pelvis–and kisses me again.
Anthony moves back slightly and grabs his dick, angling it down so that the head is pressed between my lower lips. He presses forward and his dick slides up between them and then, his hand pressing the lips together against the shaft of his cock, he slides back and forth between them, like a comically oversized hotdog trying to fit in its bun. His thrusting leaves a trail of slimy precum across my vulva.
“Please, I need you *in* me,” I beg.
He obliges and removes his cock from between my lips, and moves it lower to my entrance. Then, looking me in the eyes, he pushes his hard dick into me. His immense girth feels like it’s splitting me apart as it pushes into me, but it’s exactly what I’ve been craving.
When Anthony is all the way in me, I put my hands on his ass and coax him in deeper, eking out another glorious centimeter or two of thick shaft. My vagina, filled to the brim with cock, finally feels satisfied–my eyes close and roll back in response, and I let out a slow, relieved breath.
The student takes my open mouth as an invitation for his tongue, and pushes it inside me. My eyes open and I stare at him as we make out, his dick still buried inside me, unmoving. He finally removes his mouth from mine, though his tongue is still out slightly and spit continues to run down it and into my mouth. “Fuck me,” I implore, before pulling his mouth back down to mine.
We continue making out as he obliges my request and begins thrusting in and out of me. He’s going slowly at first, and I feel my inner lips grip tightly to the thick slab of meat that’s stretching them apart. Despite having taken his dick many times by now, I’m still impressed that the thing is able to fit inside me.
“Harder,” I beg. Anthony pulls me away from the headboard so that I’m lying flatter, and he pushes my legs down towards my chest, lifting my hips up slightly and giving him better access to my pussy. He straightens his own legs out and lifts himself up as if doing a pushup, but allows himself to fall, the entire weight of his body channeling down through his cock and into my vagina. My hands move to his back, digging into him every time he bottoms out in my hole.
I keep begging him, “harder,” “faster,” and he responds by increasing the force and tempo of his fucking in kind. My pussy feels as beat-up as my throat did earlier, and I love every second of it. His head is beside mine, his face buried in my shoulder as he concentrates on keeping up with my incessant requests for rougher pounding. I can hear him breathe heavily, and my hands feel sweat collecting on his back.
“Ughh…” I whisper, “it feels good…” This drives him to muster up an extra ounce of strength and fuck me even harder. I can feel something starting deep inside me, so I remove one hand from his back and move it down to my clit. He lifts up slightly so that I can reach it, but continues pounding with the same force; I rub myself until my muscles start contracting, and then cum hard while his cock continues splitting me open.
Anthony slows down slightly as I ride the waves of my orgasm, but I feel the possibility of a second one, and implore him to “keep fucking!” He ramps back up to his original speed–we haven’t been going for a super long time, but I’m nonetheless amazed he can keep this up–and buries his head next to mine, this time whispering breathlessly in Spanish.
I’m not entirely sure what he’s saying to me–probably encouraging me to cum–but hearing the man talk to me in Spanish while he takes full control of my pussy sends me over the edge. This time I’m not even touching my clit when a second orgasm wells up and spills out inside me. One loud moan escapes my mouth and my hips spasm against him as I cum.
The man lifts his head and his face is plastered with pride. He continues speaking Spanish, despite being breathless from the effort that he’s putting into maintaining his thrusts. He’s sort of leaning back now, so that I can see his chest, and the spaces between his words grow larger, until–
Anthony buries his cock all the way inside me and grunts loudly as hot cum gushes out of him and fills up my pussy. His heavy balls are pressed against me, and I feel them draw up toward his dick while the stuff flows out. I feel his cock pulse each time it releases more of his thick semen; and I feel my pussy spasm in response, as if trying to suck the white stuff even deeper.
I hear my own voice and realize that I’ve been begging him this whole time: “Cum in me! Fill me up!” Finally it seems like his dick has stopped pulsing, and my words trail into unintelligible moans. I feel so incredibly fulfilled now that my pussy has been filled to the brim with cum. Still moaning, I grind my hips against the man to push the cum even deeper.
Anthony finally opens his eyes and smiles, and I pull him down to me, and make out with him again. His dick is still planted firmly inside me, and as we kiss, he begins to thrust inside me again, this time slowly and gently. It’s softening, but the sheer meatiness of his dick makes it feel like a proper fuck. My pussy makes squishing sounds as he slowly fucks the mixture of precum, semen, and my own juices into me.
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The semen is still hot, and I can feel it spread out and coat the inside of my hole. Being filled with cum and cock is the best feeling in the world–I want it to last forever. But of course it can’t.
Regrettably, Anthony removes his cock from my hole. I feel it gape open, begging for more. Consequently, I feel some of the cum start to gush out, but Anthony presses two of his fingers against my hole to stop it from leaking. Then, using his flaccid cock as a tool, he scoops up the excess cum that had spilled out, and pushes it back inside my pussy.
I put a pillow under my hips to angle them up and prevent the cum from leaking out, and then spend a few minutes fingering the cummy mess in my hole and mixing it up inside myself. He really filled me up.
At first, Anthony just sits there watching me play with myself; but eventually, he makes his way over to me and puts his soft, cum-covered dick in my mouth. The pussy-cum combination tastes delicious. Once I’ve sucked his dick clean, Anthony reaches down and adds one of his own fingers to my hole, joining the two that I already have inside myself. Together we push his load against the walls of my pussy, and then one by one I suck each finger clean.
I tell Anthony I feel like I can still orgasm a third time, and ask if he’ll help me. He’s more than willing; per my request, he leans over the edge of the bed and pulls out my dildo from beneath it.
My dildo is a bit longer than his cock but, unfortunately, not nearly as thick. Still, it will do the job: I ask Anthony fuck me hard with it, and he’s happy to do so.
He forces the dildo balls-deep into me, and then pulls out until just the tip remains inside me, then rams it all the way down again. I beg for it harder, and soon enough he’s pounding me as hard with the dildo as he was with his body.
I have him stop momentarily and go back under my bed to get my vibrating butt plug. But rather than put it in my ass, I have him push the tip inside my pussy to get it slick with cum, and then have him turn it on and press it to my clit. The tip of the thing vibrates and rotates at the same time, swirling around my clit while Anthony continues hammering the dildo into me.
In between the pleasure, I’m able to open my eyes and catch glimpses of the dildo as he pulls it out of me. The shaft is slick with white cum which has turned frothy from the fucking. When it pushes back into me, the cream spills out of the side and sticks to my lips.
Knowing that I’m messy with cum is turning me on beyond words, and the stimulation of the dildo inside me and the vibration outside of me is too good to resist; I clench the sheets and my hips spasm as a third orgasm runs its course.
I finally feel sufficiently fucked, so I ask Anthony to remove the dildo from me. But before he puts it away, I ask to lick the frothy, cummy mess from it. He brings the dildo to my mouth and, rather than turning it so that I can lick the shaft clean, he places the tip against my lips and slowly pushes it in, until I’m deepthroating the thing. I suck as he pulls it out, cleaning every drop of liquid from it.
Then, without saying a word, Anthony goes down on me and licks the outside of my pussy clean, before putting two fingers inside me and pulling out the remaining cum, which he laps up with his tongue. He brings his mouth to mine and lets the semen fall onto my waiting tongue, and I happily gulp it down.
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Anthony has nowhere to be, so we lie in the bed beside each other, still naked, the warm scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.
For the second time today, I close my eyes and slip into a half-sleep.
I’m not sure how long we lay there, but I’m awoken by a nudge from Anthony, and I realize that the downstairs doorbell is ringing. It takes me a moment–why would someone go to the downstairs unit?–but I realize that it must be someone for my facefuck gloryhole posting from earlier.
To be honest, I hadn’t meant to leave the post up for this long, and the last guy who facefucked me was good enough that I didn’t really need anymore. But hey, there’s someone here to get his dick wet, so I may as well let him.
I explain the situation to Anthony, and he’s surprisingly excited. He asks if he can watch; he says he’s turned on by the idea of being on the *other* side of the curtain this time.
So we both head downstairs.
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I can hear that the anonymous man has let himself in and is in the downstairs hallway. I call out to him that I’ll be just a minute: the gloryhole curtain is still fucked up, but I feel like taking the time to fix it rather than heading out to the hallway gung ho like earlier.
It’s actually pretty easy to get the curtain taut and back into place–clearly my earlier lust for cock had been clouding my brain.
At any rate, the curtain is back up, so I get on my knees behind it and tell the man he can put his dick through.
I can’t see much through the hole, except that the guy is black. When he unbuttons his jeans, I can see that he’s not wearing underwear, and he’s sporting a decently-long flaccid cock and an abnormally long ballsack hanging loosely beneath it.
His dick is completely soft, but it takes only moments of him jerking it for it to spring to life in his hand. Once hard, the man’s cock is maybe 7 inches long and well-proportioned. Otherwise, it’s rather featureless: hairless, smooth, and completely straight.
I put my fingers through the hole to beckon him in, and he places his cock down onto them. I pull his cock through, and then his balls, and immediately get to work.
I cup his balls and tug on them slightly while deepthroating him. The shape of his cock makes it easy; much like the first guy I sucked today, I’m able to take the cock in and out of my throat without gagging at all.
I continue working the cock with my throat, and the guy moans softly the entire time. I stop momentarily to take his long ballsack into my mouth, and suck on it while stroking his shaft with one hand. Then I let his balls drop from my mouth and go back to deepthroating the dick.
Minutes later, as I’m sliding down on the dick and it’s only halfway in my mouth, the man begins spurting out cum without any warning. Most of it collects in my mouth, but I manage to take his cock all the way just in time to feel the last squirts slide down my throat.
The man *immediately* pulls his dick out from my mouth, stuffs it back in his pants, and hurries off. I’m so surprised by his sudden departure that I haven’t even swallowed his cum; it’s still sitting there in my mouth, mingling with my spit.
I look over at Anthony, who had been standing there watching the entire time, and he seems just as surprised as I am.
Nevertheless, I open my mouth so that Anthony can see the load, and then swallow it down. At least the guy’s cum tasted good.
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Anthony had been jerking his cock while watching me suck and tells me that he might have cum if the guy hadn’t finished and run off so quickly. I always enjoy putting on a show, so I tell Anthony that he can wait around and see if another guy shows up.
We hang out in the downstairs living room for a while, and eventually the doorbell rings again. I quickly move back to the curtain, calling out for the man to come in, and Anthony follows.
As I settle behind the hole, I can see that this guy is black too. What I can see of his clothing looks expensive, and there’s a long, visible bulge laid out horizontally across his crotch. He immediately unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants and–he’s not wearing underwear either–flops out a massively long cock.
I’d guess it’s maybe 9 inches; slightly longer than the dildo I was using earlier, and about the same thickness. And it’s already rock hard, with prominent veins that seem to be at the point of bursting, thanks to a cock ring that’s planted at the base of his member. His balls are biggish–not as big as Anthony’s–but tight and close to his cock. Everything is hairless and shiny-smooth. It’s a great looking package.
The man lays his cock on my fingers, which are sticking through the hole, and I pull him in.
I spend a long time just touching and licking and kissing his extreme length. To be honest, I’m a little worried that I won’t be able to take him all the way, so I’m probably putting it off a bit. But also, whatever kind of soap he’s using, it makes him smell absolutely delicious. I want to lick every inch of this thing.
Finally I begin properly sucking him. With the dick in my mouth, I look over at Anthony, who is stroking his own fully-hard dick. He grins, as if to say “good luck,” and I take that as my cue to finally try deepthroating the thing.
I work my way down the man’s cock in bursts; I push my mouth a little farther down it, then suck back up to the tip, then push down again. Finally he’s as far in my mouth as it will take him, so I take a deep breath through my nose and attempt to take the cock into my throat.
His dick stops with several inches to go, and a panic for a moment that this is as far as I can take him. But I push forward and, after angling my head differently, suddenly slip down the remaining length until my nose is pressing into his shaved-bare pelvis.
The “fuuuuuuuck!” from the other side of the curtain tells me that he’s impressed.
Now it’s on. With my head and his dick angled correctly, I’m able to fuck myself on him. I slide down and back, and then up and forward, taking the meat diagonally into my throat over and over. It’s loud, though not in the same “brutal” way as the facefuck that I received earlier. This is smooth and relatively clean.
The man tries thrusting a bit, but he keeps messing up the angle and hitting a wall, so he eventually stops, and I go back to fucking myself on him.
At some point Anthony reaches over and places his hand on my throat. I’m actually a little worried for a second, because I’m not at all into choking–but then I realize he just wants to feel the cock distend my throat as it pushes in me. The thought of seeing my throat bulge turns me on, probably more than I should admit.
I stop for a while and suck on the first few inches of the guy’s cock while jerking the remaining length of it with both of my hands. The guy suddenly asks if he can fuck my pussy. I have to admit, I’m intrigued at the idea, but I tell him no: not unless I know for sure that he’s clean. He promises he is, but I tell him I’ll need more proof before I’m willing to take him bare–and I only fuck bare. We agree to swing back to the topic at a future date.
Anyway, I get back to facefucking myself on the man’s cock, and it doesn’t take long for him to shoot a huge load down my throat. When he finishes shooting I pull his length out from me, only to be surprised by another two shots of cum that hit my face. But who doesn’t enjoy a nice facial?
I tell the guy to hit me up again sometime–I definitely want to feel that long cock bottom out in me. He agrees, gets dressed, and heads out the door. Meanwhile I’m still on my knees, the man’s cum still suck on my lips and cheek.
As soon as the man is gone, Anthony pulls me over and sprays my face with a surprisingly big second load–he must have been struggling to hold out this entire time. He then uses his cock to spread the sticky mess across my mouth, his cum mixing with the anonymous man’s, and then pushes it all into my mouth, whereupon I gulp it down.
Once I’ve swallowed every drop of cum, Anthony helps me up, and we both head upstairs. He gets dressed and leaves, and once again I lie on the couch, exhausted. This time I actually remember to take down the facefuck posting before slipping into yet another nap.
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When my boyfriend comes home later that night, he’s so turned on that he asks to fuck my ass. Nothing particularly remarkable happens: I get face down, ass up, and he lubes up and mounts me from behind, and then fucks my ass at a normal speed until he unloads inside it. I don’t do anything special with this load; just leave it to slosh around inside me and melt into my ass.
The beast that was pestering me earlier, that ravenous craving for rough face fucking and a deep creampie, finally feels quieted–at least for now.
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Hope you enjoyed! Thanks!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7isl2m/fm_getting_my_creampie_playing_with_cum_and_more
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