Turning my guy friend into my personal sex toy for my first real creampie

It all started sophomore year when I was (19F), almost a decade ago. Like I mentioned in my last story, I had been a slut since high school so it's not like I was coming into college without any real experience. I was sending nudes to guys left and right, and had my share of hookups too. Looking back I had only been with like \~8 guys before starting lol (more if you count hand and mouth stuff), but it felt like a lot at the time. I think part of the reason is because college is when I started taking more pride in my sexuality; suddenly instead of being the topic of rumors, I was the girl my friends would come to when they needed any advice about guys. I was the one my friends came to for condoms, the first person they showed their app matches to, I even helped some girls prepare to lose their virginity.

Even though I had this role, Freshman year I didn't get around much because I got into a relationship with the first guy I hooked up with (classic mistake, I know). We ended things sometime after spring break and I made up for lost time a little bit, but soon finals came and my priorities shifted. Despite all this experience, pretty much all the sex I had so far was with condoms. I occasionally fucked my ex without them, but he had serious issues lasting even when he had them on, so it wasn't something we did often.

I reconnected with my ex when sophomore year started. I thought maybe we could pick things back up, but then I found out he was screwing some other girl too. That pissed me off so bad I blocked him on everything and swore off guys for a while. I was doing okay, focusing on classes and hanging with my friends, until my suitemate Sarah (all fake names btw) suddenly got a boyfriend. She was all about him, bragging nonstop about how 'dickmatized' she was. It was a total surprise because freshman year, she was basically celibate from what I could tell. She had never talked about hooking up or mentioned guys before this, but now she was the horniest one in the group. Like, girl, what happened to being the quiet one?

What made it worse was that we shared a suite, so their room was right next to mine, with those tissue paper thin dorm walls. I'd catch bits of what was happening occasionally (muffled moans, the bed creaking, her gasping his name), but I usually tried to ignore it and respect their privacy.

Then one afternoon, we're all chilling in the common area: me, Sarah, and a couple other girls we knew. We were talking about random stuff that somehow veered into sex. I don't even remember how it started, maybe someone mentioned a bad date. Sarah jumps in, all giddy, saying she had to get on birth control because her boyfriend is so obsessed with her. We laughed at first, thinking she was joking, but she kept going on: how condoms don't work for him and he kept messing up his pull-out game because he ‘can't help’ but cum inside her when they fuck. We called it out and told her that's a shitty excuse on his part, but she brushed us off claiming she likes it better that way anyway.

I chimed in that I'm on the pill too, but honestly didn't notice a huge difference with or without condoms (probably because the only guy who had fucked me without one never lasted long enough for it to matter). But the other girls pushed back hard, all shaking their heads like I'd said something crazy. “Raw is way better, like a different world” one said, they all agreed the difference was huge. Sarah mentioned that she doesn't like it when her BF pulls out either, and the girls who had been creampied before started gushing about how amazing it feels when a guy is throbbing inside you, filling you with cum. They debated what made it feel so different; the warm flood, the closeness, how it makes everything clench just right. Sarah was right there adding details, like how her guy's thrusts get erratic right before he unloads deep. I sat there quiet, feeling my face heat up. It was the first time in years I'd felt sexually out of my depth. These girls, who I'd always thought were tame compared to me, were dropping knowledge that I didn't have at all. All I knew before was those vague sounds through the wall, but now? It painted this vivid picture, and I couldn't lie, it made me jealous as hell.

The next night, I overheard them going at it again. I don't think it was actually louder this time, but it definitely felt that way. In clear detail I could hear her moans echoing, the rhythmic thuds against the wall, and that final groan when he finished inside her. Creampie vibes for sure, and after that conversation, I couldn't unhear it. It was hot in a way, but mostly it twisted my gut. Why not me? Getting that rush, that warmth, that fullness?

That morning, I tried handling it solo, per usual. I grabbed my vibrator from the drawer, stripped down, and laid back on my bed, buzzing my clit while picturing some guy pounding me. But my brain kept replaying Sarah's words, those sounds from the night before, the jealousy flaring up. After a few minutes of half-assed tingles, I was so frustrated I chucked the toy across the room and it bounced off the wall with a thud.

The day after I gave it another go, feeling a bit calmer. I spread my legs wide, pinched my nipples to get the blood flowing, even slid two fingers inside while the vibe hummed against my pussy. But nope, nothing. It felt mechanical, empty. Girls, you know what I'm talking about: the flesh of a real cock, the heat, the way it throbs and pulses? Toys can't touch that. When you're craving the real thing, nothing else compares. And all I could dwell on was how good Sarah and the others must feel with their boyfriends pumping them full, that salty, sticky warmth leaking out after. The envy was eating me alive. Why couldn't that be me?

That's when I remembered this video where a guy was saying that every dude secretly wants to fuck their platonic female friends; like, it's universal. So screw it, I decided to test the theory. We had this mixed group that hung out: me and 5 other girls (including 2 of my suitemates) and a group of 5 guys we always linked up with, all of them decent looking. Two of them were already with girls in the group, so they were off-limits. That left three potentials: Jake, Marcus, and Antonio. I started reviewing the options: Marcus was a bit of a fuck boy so I figured that wasn't a great move. Antonio was nice but probably the least attractive. Jake seemed a bit timid, so I wondered if he would get too nervous. I kept thinking it over and eventually closed in on Jake (20M)—he was cute, flirted with me when we first met last year so he's likely at least a little interested, and wasn't a fuck boy like Marcus who was probably swimming in options. He's also decently tall with pretty big feet, so I was hoping that meant a big dick (college kid logic but hey, if I'm gonna do all this to get myself off, it should be as enjoyable as possible lol).

I texted him that same day, a random Wednesday afternoon: “Hey, wanna come over and watch a movie in my dorm later? My suitemates are out and I'm bored” He said sure, no hesitation, and we set a time. My heart was racing as I tidied up my room thinking “Ok. We're really doing this.” I threw on my comfiest booty shorts that hug my ass just right and a loose tank top; no bra, because why wear one? When he knocked a few hours later, I greeted him with some drinks and we settled on my twin bed with the laptop propped on a desk. The room was small, posters and Polaroids on the walls, fairy lights strung up, my laundry basket half-hidden in the corner. I picked some dumb rom-com on Netflix I had been meaning to watch, something light to break the ice.

We started watching, sitting side by side at first, our shoulders brushing. The movie was meh (girl meets boy, predictable sparks) but I wasn't there for the plot. About 20 minutes in, I scooted closer, pretending to get comfy. “These beds are so tiny,” I laughed, and he nodded, not moving away. The AC was humming, keeping the room cool, but I could feel the heat building between us. I kept stealing glances at him: messy brown hair, strong jaw, those jeans that fit snug over his thighs.

Halfway through, during a slow scene, I sighed dramatically. “Ugh, I wanna lay down. Mind if I stretch out?” He shrugged, “Go for it,” and shifted over to make room. So I did, on my side facing the screen, and he sat in the space behind me. “Can you spoon me?” I asked him, “Not to be weird or anything, just for comfort.” My voice was casual, but my pulse was hammering. He hesitated for a second, then slid down, his chest pressing against my back, arm draped loosely over my waist. He smelled so nice, like clean soap and a hint of cologne, much better than the typical college boy smell.

The movie droned on, some dialogue about love, a few spicy scenes, but I couldn't focus. I shifted my hips back, just a little at first, rubbing my ass against his crotch subtly. He stayed frozen, but I could feel his cock starting to stiffen through his jeans, pressing into the cleft of my cheeks. I bit my lip to keep from grinning and started moving again ever so slightly, like I was just adjusting. He was getting harder, thicker, and it made my pussy clench with need. The room felt warmer now, the fairy lights casting a dim glow on the walls.

After a few minutes of that torture, I couldn't take it. I rolled over to face him, and he jerked back quick, his face flushing red. “Uh- sorry…” he muttered, eyes darting away, clearly embarrassed by his raging semi hiding behind the denim. I laughed softly, touching his arm. “It's okay, really. Actually...I can help you if you want?” His eyes widened, like he thought he misheard. “What? Um, you don't have to, I just-” But I cut him off, my hand sliding to his thigh. “I'm horny too. I have been like, all week. We can just... take care of each other. If you want.” The drinks helped but I could still feel my heart beating faster after coming on to him so strongly. He swallowed, searching my face like he was trying to figure out if this was a dream, a test, or a wish come true. After a quick pause he simply nodded. “Uh…yeah, ok.”

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I didn't waste time. My fingers popped the button on his jeans, tugged the zipper down, and peeled them off along with his boxers. His cock slipped out, thick and almost ready for action. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slow, feeling it come to full mast and twitch in my grip before moving myself down. It bobbed in the air between us; over seven inches, curving up just right. ‘Perfect,’ I thought to myself. Looking back it wasn't HUGE but definitely was a very big dick for my 19 year old self. He let out a deep exhale, head falling back against the pillow.

Leaning down, I took him in my mouth, lips stretching around the tip as I sucked gently at first, tongue swirling over the slit to taste that salty drip. He tasted clean but musky at the same time, real, in a way that made my clit throb. I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time—halfway, then deeper—my cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder. Saliva coated his shaft, dripping down to my fingers as I pumped what I couldn't swallow. His hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding, as he whispered, “Fuck, that feels good.” I hummed around him (my special trick haha) and the vibration made his hips buck.

After a few minutes of blowing him—sloppy, wet sounds filling the room over the forgotten movie—I pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. I crawled up, kissing him deep, our tongues tangling as I tasted myself on his breath. He kissed back hungry now, hands roaming under my tank to cup my tits, thumbs flicking my hard nipples. I ground my soaked pussy against his thigh, moaning into his mouth. He reached down and fished through my shorts so he could run his fingers across my soaking wet pussy.

We stripped fast—his shirt off, revealing a toned chest from gym sessions; my top yanked over my head, shorts shimmied down to expose my bare pussy, already slick and swollen. He stared, licking his lips. “You're so wet.” I smirked, pushing him onto his back and laid on top of him. Foreplay went into full motion: his fingers tracing my inner thighs, then dipping into my folds, sliding two fingers inside me easily because I was drenched. He curled them, hitting my g spot, while his thumb circled my clit. I rode his hand, tits bouncing, gasping as he sucked on my neck, leaving little marks.

I couldn't wait anymore. Straddling him, I lined his cock up with my entrance, prepared to take him inside me with raw intent. My voice came out light and breathy as I asked him: “Wanna fuck me?” “Yeah for sure,” he whispered back, hands on my hips. I started rubbing the head of his iron hard cock along my clit, teasing the both of us and coating his tip with my juices. “You have a condom?” He asked. My heart fluttered for a second “No, but I'm on birth control so it's ok...” I did have condoms, but had no intention of using them that day. All I could think about the bliss my friends described when they were fucked raw and filled with seed. I sank down slow, inch by inch, my pussy stretching around his girth. It burned so good, filling me completely. It was probably the biggest dick I had taken at that point (or close to it), and felt overwhelming coming out of a dry spell. The skin to skin contact from such a large cock felt exhilarating; way better than my useless toys. Once I finally managed to get him buried balls-deep, I paused, clenching around him, both of us moaning. Then I started riding—up and down, grinding my clit against his pelvis each time I bottomed out.

He thrust up to meet me, our skin slapping loud in the dorm room. Sweat beaded on his chest. I leaned down to kiss his neck and let him embrace me as he pumped into me. “Harder,” I demanded, and he did—gripping my ass, pounding into me from below. My walls fluttered, that coil tightening. He flipped us suddenly, pinning me under him, knees spreading my thighs wide. He drove in deep, relentless, his cock dragging over every ridge inside me. “You feel amazing, fuck” he grunted, one hand bracing waist while the other started rubbing my clit.

I came first and hard—back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, pussy spasming around him as waves crashed through me. “Fuck, Jake!” He didn't stop, slamming through it while I squirmed underneath him. His breath started getting heavy and his strokes more intense—it was the same sensation that Sarah described right before her boyfriend cums inside her, something I hadn't felt before but recognized immediately. “I'm gonna cum,” he warned and started lifting his body off of me, but I locked my legs around his waist. “Cum inside me! Please, do it.” I begged. He asked if I was sure and I said yes in a breathy tone, barely able to respond. My mind was anticipating the ecstasy that would come from when he filled me up, finally able to experience that pleasure for myself; the thought made another orgasm start to build. I told him that I wanted it so badly as he kept thrusting into me wildly. Quickly after that he buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded hot spurts, flooding my pussy. I felt every jet, milking him dry with my body as overwhelming sensations of pleasure coursed through me. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced thus far, and instantly awakened a new fetish within me. I instinctually started rubbing my clit in response to his seed filling me and came right after with him still inside, my body fidgeting chaotically under the weight of his spent body.

We both laid there catching our breath as we finished, his weight comforting on me. He softened inside, cum starting to leak out as he pulled away. I scooped some on my fingers and tasted it—it was salty, mixed with my wetness. We cleaned up quickly with wipes from my drawer, then laid there naked, the movie credits rolling. It was raw, intense, and so fulfilling—exactly what I had been craving, leaving me totally satisfied. After a while he got dressed to leave and we made plans for another time.

After that Jake and I became casual fuck buddies, but never talked about it explicitly with the others. It was one of those situations where everyone knows we're hooking up, but nobody mentions it; just quick glances, chuckling, and the occasional joke. It worked out swimmingly for me: no drama, no more worrying about my ex, and a human sex toy way better than anything on the market. I would hit him up whenever I needed: long empty breaks between classes, late nights after overhearing my suitemates get frisky, study breaks when I needed stress relief—he was always willing to walk over and pump me full of his seed again. Unfortunately one of the couples had a bad break up like a month or two into our arrangement, and the group split because of it. Things with Jake petered out after that and by Spring semester they ended completely, but at least I had gotten him to fill me up plenty of times before that.