She stole a creampie from me…

I had been dating K for a little over a year, and the sex was incredible. She was a few years younger than me, skinny, tall, blonde…the kind of woman that most college guys would go fratty-daddy over.

I had graduated the semester prior and had moved out west, so my visitations with K were few and far between, and only for the weekend. As college students, this essentially meant that our visiting weekends were an hours-long fuckfest (lol) where we would get a box of condoms, some beer and liqour, and go to town on each other until it was time for me to head back to work.

One weekend in the heat of August, I had decided to stay an extra few days for a long weekend – but we didn’t let up on the sex. By Sunday evening, I was pretty dried out (so to speak), which was pretty surprising since I had a overactive sex drive. To spice things up, K had tied me up and climbed on top of me to ride cowgirl. Something about this combo really got me going, as I am more of a submissive guy and I loved the feeling of being entirely at K’s whim for speed, depth, and intensity, and being tied up to the bedpost heightened that sensation.

After grinding on me for about 10 minutes, K slid all the way down on my shaft and gyrated extremely gently in a circle.

“B,” she asked in a concerned voice, “have you cum yet?”

“No,” I replied, out of breath. “I’m so turned on but I think I’m totally drained from this weekend!”

“Hmmmm,” K said with a smirk. “I have an idea.”

K put her hand on my chest and ran it down softly across my navel and then down to where my cock met her. She pulled herself up, slowly, until just the tip of me was still inside her. I could tell she was somehow even more turned on than usual because I could feel her pulse contracting on me. K moved her hand to the now-exposed base of my shaft and grabbed the condom.

“Let’s try getting rid of the condom. I bet that will make you cum.” K laughed, sort of nervously.

K slowly rolled the condom back up off of me, her wetness dripping off the outside of it and onto my now-exposed skin. A little bit of my own precum was also apparent, all of it glistening and combining togther. In a single motion, K lifted herself entirely off me, pulled the condom the rest of the way off, and replaced her opening just at the tip of my cock.

“K, is it safe?” I asked, not sure of her ovulation schedule.

K said nothing and came down across the tip of me and very gently buried my cock back inside her. This was the first time we had ever gone raw, and the sensation of our skin-on-skin contact was definitely going to help me with the “not-being-able-to-cum” problem I was having. She leaned forward and spread herself flat against me, her pierced nipples tickling my chest and her hot breath blowing across my ear.

“Don’t cum.” K replied.

Of course, that made it hotter, so now I was suddenly on the verge of blowing whatever semblance of a load I had left. But she also didn’t answer my question.

While still laid flat against me, K starting pulsing against me, scissoring her legs to bring her up to the tip of my cock and back down again. She settled into a gentle rhythm and I was breathing heavily, trying to time my breaths with her movement so that I could control myself. I started to squirm a bit too.

“Seems like you’re getting nervous, B” K said sing-songingly into my ear. “You wanted to cum, right? I know this is helping. Tied up, me in control, raw…you don’t even know if I’m safe right now.”

K leaned back upright and brought herself all the way up my cock, letting it pop out of her and swing back onto me. A trail of my precum stretched out. She then came down onto me, and started dry-humping (although dry is not quite the right adjective) across the entire length of me.

“How does this feel?” She asked.

“Fuck K, this is hot. I’ll definitely cum soon.”

“Oh, you’re ready to cum?”

“Well, I mean…I could. If you wanted me to.”

K raised herself up again and grabbed my cock in her right hand and started stroking me, hard.

“I want you to, B. Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

K was stroking so quickly that it wasn’t long at all.

“Fuck K, okay, I’m about to cum.”

K stopped stroking and let go of my cock.

“Don’t cum, B.” She looked me dead in the eyes. I was confused, obviously.

She grabbed me again and then led me back to her pussy, slowly taking me all in again.

“Don’t cum, B.” K started to ride me up and down effortlessly, our combined juices lubricating everything.

“K, this is too much, I’m going to bust!”

“Wait B I’m about to cum too!” K said, increasing her speed and intensity, taking my cock all the way to the base and all the way to the tip.

“K!”

She held at the tip of my cock, I was just barely inside her. K was starting to tremble with her oncoming orgasm. I exploded, the first rope of cum shooting directly inside her.

“Cum with me, B!” K said, and she slammed down my entire length, bringing her chest into mine and grabbing me tightly.

“Fuck K I want to fill you up!”

“Yes, do it!!!” K yelled between shortened breaths. She kept grinding into me, harder and harder.

“Fill my pussy B, I can feel it. Fuck, give me more!”

I tried my best to keep it up, rope after rope of cum shooting inside of her.

“K, fuck, this is so hot.” I groaned, the last bit of cum leaving me.

“You like cumming inside my tight pussy, B? You want to get me pregnant?” K laughed.

“I mean, I very much enjoyed this!” I laughed.

K finally brought herself up off of me and rolled over. Cum spilled out all over the bed.

“Well, chances are good we can keep doing this for the next 9 months, cause I’m ovulating today.” K smirked.

I was dumbstruck, and my face said it all.

“Ha! Just kidding. But you should’ve seen your face!” K laughed.