I took my first creampie 3 weeks after my 18th birthday then went home and masturbated with it until I cried

I was obsessed. It was all I could think about. Once I finally accepted that I could just…get what I wanted…my whole world was just a never ending quest to get cum inside my body. I needed it. Craved it. I was addicted to something I’d never even had. I didn't care whose it was, what I had to do to get it, or what COULD happen if things went sideways.

I needed to get flooded. I needed a creampie.

It wasn’t even hard. I went to a house party with some girlfriends, picked some idiot that I caught looking at my tits, and pulled him into a bedroom. It was so easy. Stupid? Insanely. Risky? Meh. I wanted it. Why should I not get what I want? Even after it all happened my friends told me how dumb I’d been but honestly not a single one of them could give me one good reason why I didn’t deserve to get what I deserved.

It was fast. He barely got my skirt up before I told him to go raw, and thank goodness he was in no mood to argue. I’d taken bare cock the week before, but he was barely a minute in before he threatened to pull out. What can I say...your girl feels INCREDIBLE.

I told him “don’t you fucking dare”

I had to repeat myself twice, still throwing it back on him mercilessly and moaning like an actual fucking whore. After my second demand, something broke inside him and he grabbed my hips and started fucking me HARD! Baby boy, that’s it right there. Give in. Fill me up. Flood my pussy. The anticipation alone had me cumming brutally fucking hard on his meat as he hammered himself into me. I bit the back of my hand and waited for him to bust.

And he did. He fucking did.

In my pussy.

Like...ALLLLLLL up in my pussy.

I spent the rest of the next hour loving the feeling of my sticky panty puddle, wiggling my legs while I stood there and tried to follow along with random conversations just to get some slippery friction going. Eventually I needed to get out, get to my bed, get myself naked and play with my prize.

So I snuck away and did just that. Told my friends I had a headache, caught a cab home, ran upstairs and absolutely tore into myself.

There was a man’s cum in my pussy. And on my fingers. I slid into myself and felt the wet squish with pure love in my heart for the feeling I had just then. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed it all over my lips, top and bottom. Licked it off myself. Slapped my cunt. Started to leak.

It wasn't supposed to be there. I didn't know him. What if the pill failed?

Literally nothing mattered. I had CUM in my body and I was finally complete. My pussy was finally being used for it's ultimate purpose. No more blowjobs or handjobs or awkward dry humping. I could make a man crumble just by offering my slutty, wet little hole.

It was so beautiful. So started to rub. Hard.

And came for the first time.

And the second.

And fifth.

I laid there and mercilessly abused my sloppy, sticky slit for hours into the night, long past when his cum had all been gobbled up, praising my cunt while I enslaved myself to her, but one particular orgasm finally broke me.

A man had used my cunt to get himself off into and I’d immediately run home and fucked myself stupid.

It was perfect. It was gorgeous. It was wild and filthy and wrong and fulfilling.

And I cried.

And came.

No, like...I don't think you understand. I laid there, by myself, in a dark room, three fingers shoved into my cunt while I stared in amazement and pure worship at my pretty, perfect lips and absolutely SOBBED with joy. My heart soared and my brain broke.

And I immediately knew I needed more and more and more. I knew, deep in my darkest heart, I'd never get enough of this feeling.